William merely chuckled, shaking his head before making way for Amber to come in. Honestly, it wasn't like his room was anything special. Dark walls, just the way he liked it. It was clean and organized, nothing out of place. His violin case was leaning against his cabinet, the guitar case on its top. His flute was on his desk, right next to a stack of papers. His therapy records. Everything he'd done wrong with barely anything he'd done right. He shook his head. That was the first time he had let a female in his room willingly–not in the dorm, not back at home. His sanctuary of peace. Even Caroline hadn't been allowed in there.
"They're easier to sleep in," he replied before his eyes shifted to the shirt she wore. And mentally cursed. He breathed out, turning his head away. "I also got out a hoodie. Like you demanded."