[He says this close to Eddie's ear, watching Steve weave and make a beeline for the little cranny he's set his sights on. He leaves Billy sort of breathless just watching him. He's never seen this Steve, he realises: happy and having fun, enjoying a night and not on his guard. He likes it. He could get used to it.
He glances at Eddie, over the contours of his cheekbones where they're sort of flushed and yeah, okay fine, he could get used to Eddie too. Something about him softens Billy's hackles, makes him want to sprawl out and talk about music, how much they both hate small towns. This is how he knows he's fucked, actually. The crawl of sentimentality.
He nods to Steve's waiting form, doesn't really think about it while he grabs Eddie around the wrist to haul him through the hoard of metalheads piling up. ]
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[He says this close to Eddie's ear, watching Steve weave and make a beeline for the little cranny he's set his sights on. He leaves Billy sort of breathless just watching him. He's never seen this Steve, he realises: happy and having fun, enjoying a night and not on his guard. He likes it. He could get used to it.
He glances at Eddie, over the contours of his cheekbones where they're sort of flushed and yeah, okay fine, he could get used to Eddie too. Something about him softens Billy's hackles, makes him want to sprawl out and talk about music, how much they both hate small towns. This is how he knows he's fucked, actually. The crawl of sentimentality.
He nods to Steve's waiting form, doesn't really think about it while he grabs Eddie around the wrist to haul him through the hoard of metalheads piling up. ]