[ Billy's earlier assessment is right. Those big brown eyes make it hard to hide exactly what he's feeling. There's something... maybe a little vulnerable in them as Steve starts that desperate plea. Something a little like resignation.

Like, naturally, whatever this is was too good to be true once they were out in public, or with someone from home, or where he wasn't the only choice Steve was clinging to because he was familiar. Eddie's about to say - he doesn't know, it's cool, we're fine, we can be friends or whatever no matter what and then Billy's got him up and over his shoulder.

It could be nothing or it could be everything. ]

Uh. Yeah. I've got puke watch. [ he rubs the back of his neck, wishing he'd been smart enough to get blackout drunk. ] Cab should be here in five. Unless you think you can carry him back, then we can probably hoof it.