Who had two thumbs and didn't want to spend tonight here instead of, say, digging through the painfully arcane books he'd pulled from the library for his painfully arcane research project for a community college criminal investigation class? This guy.

But he was asked to, so that's that.

He shirked the uniform the committee suggested hosts wear the least beat-up white button down and blue-at-the-knees dress pants in his closet. The lectern out in front of the classroom lounge door was replete with flyers and the schedule of bookings so far, Will enthusiastically mumbling advertisements while passing said flyers out and really wishing he was the type to forget about duty completely and bail.

The flyers made a fair pillow when he let his forehead come to rest on them, sighing deeply.