All Billy wanted to do was shove that lid back on. Close himself off. Not open up or connect. Not until he knew for certain what it was he was opening himself up to. He was in too deep. He needed to find a way out. But he also needed to find out why Mike was telling him all of this. Was this what he'd been waiting for, or had Mike found him out? A scenario played out in his mind. Some minor detail--a receipt, a note, something small left in the pocket of his pants that identified him. A card with his real name in the pocket of his shirt. No, he wouldn't have been so sloppy. So, why then?
But then Mike posed that question. And Billy, so accustomed to the subtle and social aspects of his job, saw all of the options open up before him. Just as he always did. Seeing social situations the way tacticians saw physical attacks. All of those options leading to other options. A web he could manipulate. It meant he was starting to piece things together. But it wasn't complete. Not knowing the real Mike, he couldn't tell just how far this would go. But there was one that stood out, among the rest. Intuition highlighting to before he even consciously knew why. The praise in the car, the talk in the bathroom. Mike wanted him to confide.
So that's what he did. Or appeared to do. He couldn't voice everything, but he could at least make Mike think he was. He hoped. "I think I saw why," he admitted. "In that hotel."
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Date: 2015-07-20 09:55 am (UTC)But then Mike posed that question. And Billy, so accustomed to the subtle and social aspects of his job, saw all of the options open up before him. Just as he always did. Seeing social situations the way tacticians saw physical attacks. All of those options leading to other options. A web he could manipulate. It meant he was starting to piece things together. But it wasn't complete. Not knowing the real Mike, he couldn't tell just how far this would go. But there was one that stood out, among the rest. Intuition highlighting to before he even consciously knew why. The praise in the car, the talk in the bathroom. Mike wanted him to confide.
So that's what he did. Or appeared to do. He couldn't voice everything, but he could at least make Mike think he was. He hoped. "I think I saw why," he admitted. "In that hotel."