AN:/ Next chapter. This one's a weee shorter than the others and I changed the spelling of Grelle's name to Grell. I think I prefer it spelled as: Grell Sutcliffe…. It looks nice like that XD

Anyway, enjoy~ 3 IDK when next chapter will be ready.

It was several hours later when Grell got back and he looked rather roughed up. It was apparent that soul gave him a bit more trouble than expected. Despite his roughed up appearance, he immediately carried out his promise to Will and seeing as he wasn't in his office anymore, searched the dispatch society until he found him.

"William! There you are," Grell said when he found William instructing a bunch of newbs on what to do.

William ignored Grell until he finished talking to the newbs and after they left, he turned to looked at Grell. He looked him up and down before saying, "What happened?" Grell's hair was rather messy, his glasses were slightly tilted and his coat was slightly ripped in a few places.

"An extremely determined soul. Would have been easier with two, but I got it collected anyway," Grell said as if it was no problem. He clasped his hands together behind his neck and said, "We never got to finish our conversation."

"Oh…. Honestly I was hoping you had forgotten about that," William muttered, pushing up his glasses.

"Please, it's been all I've been thinking about since I left. That probably added as well to my trouble with the soul… I couldn't think straight," Grell said, with a small smile. He let his hands fall to his side and was silent for a moment before saying, "And don't think you can get out of telling me what's wrong."

William opened his mouth to protest when he changed his mind and shut it. There's no point in hiding it from him anymore….he probably remembers everything about our conversation earlier. And I was just about to tell him what was wrong when he had to leave. There's no getting out of this for me.

"Well, would like to say it here, or would you like to go to one of our offices?" Grell asked.

Considering there were too many Shinigami around for Will to feel comfortable saying it here, he said, "Either office will be fine, though I'd feel more comfortable if we went to mine."

"Then yours it is," Grell said, with a slight blush. Normally when he talked to William he had an ever present blush. William nodded once and lead the way to his office, as he got closer to it, his heart rate increased slightly as he got more and more nervous about talking out to Grell.

They reached the office and Will let Grell go in first. Will entered behind Grell and carefully shut the door behind them.

"Where had we stopped?" William asked, his tone of voice slightly more quiet than normal.

"I believe you were trying to convince me you weren't depressed," Grell said, "Which honestly, I'm not quite buying it, considering your attitude lately."

"Per…perhaps you are correct…" William said quietly.

"Well, why!" Grell asked, sounding distressed, "William, I don't like you acting like this! It…it scares me."

"Scares you?" Will said, looking at Grell.

"Yes.. I'm scared you… I don't know… might do something stupid…" Grell admitted quietly.

"Might do something stu-" he started to echo, "Grell Sutcliffe, I'm not suicidal," Will said.

"I know," Grell said, "but still…Why are you feeling this way? I hope you know it's alright to tell me!"

"Well then…" Will took a breath, nervous and his voice trembled slightly when he said, "Honestly…" he looked down at his feet, "I'm lonely…" he said quietly. But Grell heard that, for he had stellar hearing, "There. I said it," he grumbled, pushing his glasses up.

Grell was speechless for a moment, staring at William. He had never in all the years he had known him to seem so vulnerable before. "W…William…" Grell stuttered.

William had his back turned to Grell, so he was surprised when Grell clasped his arms around his chest and hugged him from behind. "What…are you doing?" William asked, glancing over his shoulder at Grell and instinctively started to pull Grell's hands off of him, but then stopped.

Grell rested his head on Will's back and said, "You looked like you needed it."

William was silent, making no move to get Grell off of him. Then he heard and felt Grell laugh a bit.

"What?" William asked, his icy tone of voice crawling back into existence.

"You're just like most men are," Grell giggled, taking advantage of the moment and snuggling into William's back and tightening his grip on him. William found that slightly uncomfortable and squirmed a bit, trying to twist his way out of the awkward position. But Grell had a bloody good grip and was making things difficult, so Will gave up.

"What do you mean by that?" William asked to Grell's comment.

"Mmm," Grell tried to figure out how to put the words in the right way, "I suppose blind would be the right word."

"I assume you're not referring to my eyesight," William said, though it was true. Without his glasses, he was blind.

"Of course not," Grell said, "What I mean is: You say you're lonely?" William didn't answer so Grell continued, "Well, you're too blind to see you've got at least one true friend. Honestly though.. I'm not sure how the others consider you. They definitely respect you as far as work goes, but I don't hang out with them either, so I don't know what they think." There was a silence between the two before Grell said, "Oh and if you're as blind in that sense as you are in the sense you can't see a centimetre infront of your nose without your glasses, I meant that one true friend of yours was me."

William placed his hands on Grell's- which prepared Grell to have William shove him off, but to his surprise, he didn't- and opened his mouth to speak ,but no words would come out.

"You don't have to say anything," Grell said, knowing what William was attempting to say. But he had never heard those words from Will and wasn't going to force him to say them. Grell answered those unspoken words anyway, "You're welcome."