[He chews a knuckle, blinks again until there’s a wet drip on his face. He feels a tightness in his chest, hot and humiliated. But relieved, too. Maybe. He turns back to Eddie, looks him in the eye and -
And it’s heavy again. Being Billy Hargrove. He doesn’t know what to with kindness. It makes him feel so small, makes his skin feel too tight on his bones. He thinks he might be crying, a little. He hates that. ] Don’t you - [he starts,] Don’t you dare sit there and fucking pity me - [but there’s no heat. It’s so weak. ]
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And it’s heavy again. Being Billy Hargrove. He doesn’t know what to with kindness. It makes him feel so small, makes his skin feel too tight on his bones. He thinks he might be crying, a little. He hates that. ] Don’t you - [he starts,] Don’t you dare sit there and fucking pity me - [but there’s no heat. It’s so weak. ]