”Jesus christ, I’m so late-“

William mumbles, pushing his way through the crowds of people to make it to his gate, just needing to board himself onto the flight.

He isn’t really paying much attention, though, and bumps directly into another man, spilling hot coffee over his tailored suit and the stranger, his brows furrowing.

“Watch where you’re- ah.”

He hums, noticing the crutches and gently holding up his own.

“Yeah, I get that.”