[Albert's buried (proverbially!) in papers at his grand desk, his assistants and colleagues knowing better than to disturb him this close to evening. If they're all lucky, he'll remember to tell them to go home; if they're unlucky, he'll forget the time entirely and ask for help at the eleventh hour.
But it's William who walks into his office, causing Albert's face first to break into a pristine, brilliant smile, but then to look apologetically at the clock.]
Oh. You had me believing it was that late already, Will. I've... missed dinner again, haven't I?
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But it's William who walks into his office, causing Albert's face first to break into a pristine, brilliant smile, but then to look apologetically at the clock.]
Oh. You had me believing it was that late already, Will. I've... missed dinner again, haven't I?