[William starts to smile then catches himself and stops immediately, with the suddenness of someone who realized that he was doing something wrong. Inappropriate, at least. As much so as scratching his butt would have been under the circumstances.]
All right.
Tonight, then. [A beat.] Maybe you could mind-control me into fucking doing it. [It's definitely not a dig. Certainly trying to be funny. A fidget moves fleetingly through his slightly crumby fingers, which he quells by making a gift of the softer cookies, sliding them across the table. pls. Izzie's eyes tennis match back to Charles, the stasis of her ears suggesting that none of this is incredibly interesting.]
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All right.
Tonight, then. [A beat.] Maybe you could mind-control me into fucking doing it. [It's definitely not a dig. Certainly trying to be funny. A fidget moves fleetingly through his slightly crumby fingers, which he quells by making a gift of the softer cookies, sliding them across the table. pls. Izzie's eyes tennis match back to Charles, the stasis of her ears suggesting that none of this is incredibly interesting.]