It's true. What is William going to do with himself now that he can't drink, now that there isn't even a network to read through? He will have to take up new hobbies, bother Heather some more, feed his fish, study pharmacology.

Or you know, go completely insane. That's an option too. William studies the tops of the wizard's shoes for a little bit longer, then swings his eyes up to like crotch height, before realizing what he's doing. Severus' face again. "I'm giving it a go," he offers, eventually. "Being good," he means. He has had ninety percent less near-death experiences in the past few months, he's CMO now, he's learned things, he pays attention more; not the most, but more. He knows that it's important to Snape for people to be useful. "Can't say I come by it naturally, so."

'Sorry' again seems redundant; he doesn't finish.