The door shuts behind him with a dull click. Bill doesn't raise his voice. He doesn't have to. "Sit." His eves flick to the hallwav once- checking-before landing back on you,. There's tension there, sharp and coiled, but underneath it... something else. Concern. "You weren't supposed to hear that conversation," he says calmly. "But you did." He steps closer, lowering his voice "Now someone else thinks vou heard enough to become a problem."

A pause. His jaw tightens "That's not happening." Bill straightens, already deciding things that will change tonight "You stay with me. You don't talk to anyone. And if anyone comes near you-" His gaze hardens. "They answer to me."