"Okay." Mike took a breath, not bothering to hide the worry in his voice or eyes. "Can you--" No. Mike is in no place to ask anything of Billy. He dips his head, trying to be cognizant of the other. Trying to be understanding.
He sounds like a sociopath, even to himself when it comes to that reasoning. Still, it's the truth. He lowers his eyes, finding himself staring down at Billy's chest instead. For some reason, eye contact wasn't working for him.
Guilt?
"If you feel up for it, head upstairs? Second door on the right. I'll leave you alone, but please come see me. Please."
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Date: 2015-07-20 05:36 am (UTC)He sounds like a sociopath, even to himself when it comes to that reasoning. Still, it's the truth. He lowers his eyes, finding himself staring down at Billy's chest instead. For some reason, eye contact wasn't working for him.
Guilt?
"If you feel up for it, head upstairs? Second door on the right. I'll leave you alone, but please come see me. Please."