[ William, still in the same black dress socks from the previous evening, padded over to look at the console between the beds, fastening the buttons on his shirt as he walked. ]
6:40.
[ And they needed to be downstairs by seven to eat, then whatever briefing Dr. Marcus had planned, then things would start at eight. They'd be busy probably until the late hours like they were today—perfect. It left minimal room for either of them to stew in the awkwardness of what happened last night. William paused for a brief moment. ]
Want some water?
[ He felt fine, but Al had a bit more than he did, and judging by the sound of his voice, he was probably a little hung over. ]
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6:40.
[ And they needed to be downstairs by seven to eat, then whatever briefing Dr. Marcus had planned, then things would start at eight. They'd be busy probably until the late hours like they were today—perfect. It left minimal room for either of them to stew in the awkwardness of what happened last night. William paused for a brief moment. ]
Want some water?
[ He felt fine, but Al had a bit more than he did, and judging by the sound of his voice, he was probably a little hung over. ]