Return after a long absence...

[in_his_name]

It's been a long time. Over six months, in fact, since William Prewett was last here. In those few months, he has aged profoundly. Both his hair and a beard have been "allowed" to grow longer than he usually keeps them. While he has always had an athletic build, his muscles have hardened significantly. His face is thinner, as though he's lost the

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[doesherhomework]

"Oh, are you?" Betty asks, groping her way down the hallway while loaded down with a pizza box and a vat of pretzels, as well as a six-pack of beer. "Great, you can help out with the extra food. Mind taking some of this stuff?"

[in_his_name]

He blinks at her a few times before nudging his bags aside with his foot. He holds out his arms willingly. "Not a problem. And you are?" His expression is curious.

[doesherhomework]

"Betty Stoker," she replies, pushing the pretzel drum into his hands. After a hasty redistribution of her bounty, she flashes him a grin. "Thanks, sweetheart, I think you saved my life."

[in_his_name]

He grins back at her. "Glad I could be of assistance. And nice to meetcha, Betty." His Irish accent becomes more pronounced suddenly. It usually does when he talks to girls. He's convinced himself that they think it's a turn-on XD.

"I'm Will, by the way. I'd offer to shake your hand, but," he gestures to the pretzel drum and grins again.

[doesherhomework]

"Nice to meet you too." Betty does indeed think the accent's cute, and looks Will up and down with a playful smile. "I've got my own damage, here," she says, lifting the pizza box and the beer and turning toward a lounge. "The sooner we sit down with this stuff, the better."