"I'm not the wisest of men but I will always try my best to be a thoughtful man," With a smile, he shook Nicolas's hand and finally pulled away, hands in his pockets, wishing he could spend more time with this boy. He was odd, sure, and he did the strangest things but he knew so few people who would be so nice to him. And truth was, Nicolas was a very handsome man... a thought of which William swiftly buried very deep, taking a step back to try and clear his mind. "You are too kind. I'm sure one day I will win the heart of the girl of my dreams but until then, I will keep on trying until I'm worthy."
Which could take a long time. His poetry was indeed bloody awful.
Nicolas laughed at that, pushing away from the wall so he could walk back to the piano. He picked his violin back up, still clearly amused, although not in a mocking way. "That's quite something, William. Most guys just keep trying until they find a girl that will actually do them." Crude, cynical, sure. Whatever, he was giving up on hiding who he was more and more every day. He got the sense that William was getting ready to leave, so he started playing again, only pausing once more.
"I'll be here practising every day, but don't let that stop you from hiding."
"That's not -- that is to say, it's not my goal," William went bright red, though whether that was the topic or the invite he'd just had, it was hard to say. It was just clear that William was awfully uncomfortable yet oddly not concerned or afraid. He checked his watch and took note of the time, wishing desperately that he didn't have to go. He wanted to hear him play again. But he supposed he had an invitation to return. With a shy smile, William ducked his head. "I won't. I may be back tomorrow if I walk into another Neanderthal. I'm sure your music will soothe all my problems."
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Which could take a long time. His poetry was indeed bloody awful.
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"I'll be here practising every day, but don't let that stop you from hiding."
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