"Alright, don't panic, Sutcliff," Grell told himself, pacing back and forth on the red carpet of his bedroom, "A few drinks doesn't mean it's a date, right? Will wouldn't ever ask me out on a date..."
But it didn't matter how much he said that, or how many times he tried to convince himself that he had misunderstood, because Grell was pretty sure that the exact thing he was denying had just happened.
And he'd accepted!
It wasn't even that he didn't want to go on a date with William. Of course he did! It'd be like a dream come true, finally getting to spend time with Will outside of the office! But... what was he going to wear!? What would he say!? There hadn't been any chance to prepare for this!
Okay, maybe Grell was overreacting, but that was... well, that made sense, given the circumstances and his personality. Stripping out of the silky pajamas he slept in, he pulled on a nicer shirt than what he wore to work, then dressed the rest of the way in his usual attire. That would have to be good enough...
Tugging on his red coat, the reaper wrapped it tightly around himself before stepping out into the chilly weather.