Still part of the flashback!
The Undertaker was halfway through a glass of something he didn't recall the name of when Will showed up at the bar. He waved the younger over, snapped his fingers at the bartender as he ordered another drink for 'his friend' and then turned his attention back to Will, "Ya made it, eh?"
"If Grell's put you up to this, you can leave," William pointed out as he sat in the bar-stool next to the Undertaker, taking the tumbler of whiskey that had been sat next to him. He sipped at it for a moment, eyes on the ceiling, before finally forcing himself to spit out the words, "I gather you're not much of a talker at the bar then?"
The other reaper shrugged his shoulders, gesturing thoughtfully as he formed the words, "Grell didn't put me up t'nothing. And to answer your question, I generally say things I regret later n' have taken that as a clue not 't talk."
"I guess that makes sense," William sighed, shrugging his shoulders before taking a long drink. When the burn had faded from his throat, he asked, "So what is this, 'Taker?"
For a moment, it seemed like the elder wasn't going to answer at all. Then he brushed the question aside with a simple, "Drink your whiskey, Spears, I didn't invite ya here to chat." He tipped back the last of his own drink, ordered something stronger, and they resulted not to speak until both were too drunk to remember what the other said…
The next morning, William T. Spears had woken up alone in his bed with a note tucked under the other pillow. A glance at the slip of paper determined what part of Will had already knew:
G'bye.
-Undertaker
Completely taken aback, a half-asleep Will somehow convinced himself that it was a joke. Getting up and dressing himself, he'd rushed to the reception room and asked them to page the Undertaker. The woman behind the desk sighed, looking sympathetic as she patted Will's hand, "I'm sorry, Spears, he left early this morning. He left the message that you could contact him through Grell if it was important."
The reaper clenched his teeth, feeling like a complete idiot as he turned away from the receptionist and snapped, "Just forget it, Miss. I'll see you later." With that, he adjusted his glasses with the edge of his scythe and stalked off towards Grell Sutcliff's room with a new determination…