Billy's heart wasn't racing too terribly, but that hand pressing to his bare chest certainly did the trick. Billy tried to ignore it. It was such a strange gesture to make. He tried to not let the reaction show itself on the surface. But the hand lingered, and Billy swore he could feel the sticky, half dried blood on it. He could even smell it. He couldn't see it, but every other sense told him it was still there.
After a moment, he tried to pull away, still not looking at Mike. But his back was against the door. He didn't have anywhere to move. He brought both hands up to Mike's wrists, trying to keep his grip gently, pushing one way while he shifted the other.
"I will be..." Billy managed to say, leaving the "once you're out of the room" unsaid.
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Date: 2015-07-20 04:24 am (UTC)After a moment, he tried to pull away, still not looking at Mike. But his back was against the door. He didn't have anywhere to move. He brought both hands up to Mike's wrists, trying to keep his grip gently, pushing one way while he shifted the other.
"I will be..." Billy managed to say, leaving the "once you're out of the room" unsaid.