Will hated the way Cammi was sacrificing her night of fun for him. They had met mere hours ago, and she was already so caring, so understanding. It almost made Will sob, they way she handled this situation, but all he did was lower his eyes.<br/><br/>His nose buried in her shoulder when they hugged, and he liked the feeling of an embrace. She would make an amazing friend—probably Will’s only close one. And he was looking forward to that, because she would be there for him when his social anxiety shone through his narcissistic shell.<br/><br/>His eyes widened when the woman approached Cammi, and he was pretty positive that they had something going on. He absolutely didn’t want extra company in the dorm, and let out a sigh.<br/><br/>“Cammi, love, you deserve fun. You should stay. I’m just a nervous chap, and you should have fun till you’re knackered and have drinks spilled over your kit,” Will then paused. “That sounded way too English. You should have fun. I think I’ll head back and take a nap, preferably sob along to a movie and sip some tea and crumpets,”