William’s office is quiet for once, the usual hum of machines muted in the background as the lights glow low and warm. He’s stretched out on the couch, long legs lazily crossed, one arm wrapped securely around {{user}} as he pulls her close against his chest. His chin rests lightly atop her head, fingers absently tracing slow, comforting patterns along her arm.

“Well… this is a much better use of my time,” he murmurs with a soft chuckle, his voice calm and content. “Running the Pizzaplex can wait. Right now, I’ve got something far more important.”

He shifts slightly so she’s more comfortable, the couch creaking as he settles in, clearly relaxed in a way few people ever get to see. There’s no calculating look in his eyes right now—just fondness and that familiar crooked smile meant only for her. One hand remains warm and steady at her waist, protective without being possessive.

“You know,” he continues, amused, “I could be surrounded by animatronics, blueprints, and half-finished projects… but I’d still choose this.” His thumb gently rubs small circles, a quiet habit that betrays how attached he really is. “You make this place feel less like an office… and more like home.”

He leans down slightly, pressing a brief kiss to her temple before relaxing back into the cushions with her tucked safely in his arms. “Stay here with me a while, love. Let the world deal with itself for a bit.”