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Who: William T. Spears and Grell Sutcliff
When: Backdated to earlier this evening, around dinner time.
Where: Their flat
Summary: William's got his memory back, and after finding out how he regained it, he has a few things to say to Grell.
Warnings: May escalate from PGish to more of a NSFW rating, so just be forewarned!

[ It would be a severe understatement to say that William merely disapproved of the method Grell had used to revive his memory. A contract, honestly? He probably should have seen this coming. Grell was never one to think things through. Even now, with the deed done, he was trying to convince William that the trade off wasn't that bad at all...

William grumbles something to himself while he stirs up the contents of the frying pan in front of him. Despite all this contract stuff, he'd told Grell they could redo the whole dinner that was completely spoiled due to William coming home and kicking Grell out. He looks to the side where Grell is attempting to complete his half of the cooking. ]

Grell, do not fill the pot up that much. It will just boil over.

[ How this guy managed to feed himself without William there was a mystery. ]

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[ William bats the little heart that drifts over to him away. ]

Stop. Go sit at the table while I finish this up.

[ He fusses about, draining the pasta and adding it to the meat sauce. Once he pours the meal into a large, round serving dish, he transports it to the table and takes a seat. ]

Ooooooh, if you insist, darling~♥

What a good man you are, taking such good care of your dear little Grell.

[ Grell is still bright, still bubbly. But his intuition tells him that William is preparing to go into lecture mode. Thus, even though his grin is as wide (and toothy!) as ever, under the table he's wringing his hands. ]

[ Oh, Grell knows William all too well! He serves the two of them, then pours them each some wine. He only fills Grell's glass half way, well aware that alcohol wasn't Grell's drink of choice. Still, it complemented the meal.

The two barely manage to get a bite in before William begins. ]

I hope you understand why I am so frustrated with this entire situation.

[ Grell reaches daintily for his wine glass - and takes a big gulp from it! ]

Ahahahaha, Frus~trated?

[ He's still speaking in his "performance voice." He sets the glass down, unsteadily. ]

I can't think why. I've done everything I can think of to ~please~ you. But if you've got any particular suggestions, sweetie, I'd love to hear them~♥

That is not what I am referring to.

[ He sighs heavily, taking his own wine glass in hand and mimicking Grell's sip. ]

That demonic cat obviously has some ulterior motive. It would not be making contracts if it wasn't benefiting in some way.

[ Grell makes a show of shrugging, his arms held wide. ]

So what if he does?

I'm perfectly ~happy~ with the arrangement, darling. I've got you, I've a got a new outfit, and I've got a license to kill, hn~!

[ And HUNK RADAR, though he won't go into the details... ]

So if he benefits too, then good for him!

[ He clinks his glass against William's - and downs the rest of it! ]

I have no regrets. Honestly.

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[ Considering the topic of conversation being demons, William suddenly goes very quiet. Where he normally would have ranted on and on about how horrid demons were an how foolish Grell was for making a deal with one, something is keeping his mouth shut.

Guilt.

Thus, William continues to eat his meal, quietly. ]

[ Grell swirls his fork, capturing the pasta and then stuffing it into his mouth. It's delicious; he shuts his eyes, luxuriating in the sensation.

...Presently, however, he notices that William isn't saying anything. He fidgets, crossing and uncrossing his legs under the table. He really is trying to be quiet, too. ]

Is...

[ But he can't help himself! ]

Is something the matter?

Don't you like it? I think it's delicious. Any~thing you make for me is to D~I~E~ for, you know ☆

The food tastes fine.

[ He refills his wine glass, as well as Grell's, before taking another long swig from it.

The silence remains as William continues to eat and drink up his wine. He's getting a slight buzz from the alcohol, but it's not enough to settle his mind, right now. Finally, he looks up. ]

Why did you forgive me so easily?

Ahhhh~!

[ Grell's hand fumbles for his wine glass, but he doesn't drink from it. ]

W-what do you mean?

Exactly what I said. Why did you make a contract with a demon after the way I treated you?

[ He's looking Grell straight in the eye now, his tone dead-serious, as always. ]

I don't--

You didn't--

[ His words die on his lips. He's silent for a time. And then: ]

Look - you were you, but you weren't the you that I--

[ He looks down, avoiding William's gaze. ]

It made me realise - the only way, the only place that you could possibly love me was here. That if we were home, if we were anywhere else, we'd just...

I had to make the best of things while I could, you know?

That is not how it should be.

[ Vague as ever!

He takes another long sip, closing his eyes and breathing out slowly. There's actually more than just guilt lingering on his mind. Something else, that he has just as little experience with. Nervousness. ]

[ Grell notices, acutely, William's demeanor. Something is not right. Grell drops his fork; it bounces off the table and onto the floor with a clatter. ]

What're you saying?

That you shouldn't love me at all?

[ He stands up, knocking his chair backwards. ]

After everything! YOU BRUTE!

[ Considering how caught up William's mind was with a...certain topic, Grell's reaction actually catches him off guard, for once! ]

That is not what I said.

[ Grell clasps his hands, folding them behind his neck. ]

No?

Then what were you saying?

[ A moment or two and a few deep breaths later, William stands from the table, as well. ]

Sit. I have something for you. It is in the other room, however, so give me a moment.

[ And he walks off towards the bedroom. ]

You--what?

[ Utterly befuddled, Grell glances after him. And then, for lack of anything better to do, he sits. ]

[ What William's gone to retrieve isn't actually in the bedroom. He's got it tucked safely away in that handy 4th dimension reapers are fortunate enough to have control over. He's more just taking the moment to collect himself.

Another calming breath and he's headed back towards the kitchen. There's quite obviously something being clutched in his right hand. He extends the hand, offering Grell... ]

Here.

[ ...his bright red stiletto boots back. ]

[ Grell wasn't at all sure what William was up to. Certainly he didn't expect-- ]

OOOOoooooooOOOOooooooh~!

My BOOOOOTS!

[ He grabs them, pressing them to his heart! ]

I hope you smacked Eric hard, he deserves it!

No. He was actually very cooperative and [ A pause. ] helpful.

[ Grell's reaction to merely getting his boots back is giving William a little more of a boost in confidence. He calms a bit more, letting Grell hug the boots. ]

Probably only because he was afraid we'd pound him. And because the boots didn't fit him.

[ Grell gives his beloved boots a final hug; then, setting them aside, he stretches up on tiptoe and presses a light kiss against William's cheek. ]

Thank you, darling. It means a lot to me. That you ~care~.

[ That last statement brings that small flutter of nervousness back again. Thus, William quickly moves his hand to his glasses frame to distract himself. ]

Sit. I have something else, as well.

[ He adjusts them again, this time pushing them up the bridge of his nose. ]

And close your eyes. And put your hands out, like this.

[ His hand finally moves away from his glasses to demonstrate. He outstretches his hands, forming them into a bowl shape. ]

[ Grell sits, though he's clearly confused. William is behaving very oddly indeed: the tension in his voice, the incessant glasses adjustment.

Fidgeting in his chair, he shuts his eyes and begins to extend his hands as instructed-- ]

Ah, Will~?

[ His eyes snap open again, and he half-rises. ]

Are you still angry at me? About the Magical Girl business? Cos I know it was silly, but I couldn't think of anything else, and the opportunity presented itself, and I just--

[ Because all this strange behaviour must mean William is still upset with him, of course! ]

[ William had been reaching into his suit jacket to retrieve a certain something from the inner pocket when Grell's eyes snapped open again. He quickly pulls his hand away and immediately frowns. His words come out hastily and a bit flustered. ]

I did not tell you to look yet.

[ He clears his throat, looking to the side and digesting Grell's words. ]

It was very foolish of you. Beyond foolish.

[ This is proving to be quite difficult for William. Even after opening up to each other so much in the past year, William's struggling. ]

But it is my fault. I drove you to it.