
William came back out. He stared at the black phone on the wall, obviously waiting for something.

William walked into the back room and got himself some water.

William shook his head. "No, not really."

William shrugged and pushed the piece of paper into an open drawer, then shut it.

People from the '40s were so... good looking!
http://roosterteeth.com/archive/?id=3...

"No. It's just something private."
((York is badass.))

"Nothing. That you'd be interested in."

William shrugged. "I'm just not used to it."

William smiled guiltily. "No..."

"Oh. Well, mine was... meh..." He nonchalantly tried to cover up a piece of paper with his hand. Badly.

William looked up at Brooke. He had just been cleaning up. "Hello there. How was your day?"
((No, I just love chemistry.))

William open his drawers and started rummaging around for something.
((Nope! Exothermic reactions are the spontaneous and energetically favorable ones.))

William slumped down in the chair behind his desk. "What next?"
((Is a compound more likely to explode if: A) it's Endothermic, or B) it's Exothermic?))

William smiled and nodded politely.

Huh? What happened?
Has anyone ever noticed how much better people dressed in the '40s and '50s?

"It means: to lounge about, to slack off," William said in a very matter-of-fact voice.

William shook his head. "Nope! You can go and be flaneur for a while."

William smiled at her and took the dress to hang it up.