Billy just gave a nod, letting Mike go, despite there being more he wanted to say. Mike was the one who said there was little difference between this and the feds. Why shouldn't they sound like cops? The sheer amount of blatant murder regular cops got away with--those corrupt sort who didn't live by Billy's code--were in no way different from Mike and his crew.
Billy stayed out there for a good long while. Just alone. Going through his usual mental routine to put everything back in it's place. The disaster was over. The aftershocks finished. It would take a while to clear up the finer details, and some things would never be the same, but he was starting to feel a lot more like himself. And by the time he could start to make out the line between sky and sea as the sun started to lighten the sky behind him, he was no longer afraid of Mike. He had it all sorted. Mike was part of what he was here to stop. He couldn't get attached. And Mike was not to be taken lightly. But despite himself, he kept one tiny notion that he set aside. That crazy idea that Mike could be saved.
When he returned to the house finally, he slipped into his room on the lower floor. He stripped off his shirt and collapsed into the bed. He was exhausted and finally felt like he could sleep without nightmares.
He intended to greet the day as if nothing more than a late night job had occurred. No one in the house had to know how shaken he'd been. But above all else, no one would know about that kiss. The kiss that he wanted to put from his mind, because Mike was a monster trying to act like a person. That kiss that was the only thing that occupied his thoughts as he tried to sleep.
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Date: 2015-07-21 02:40 am (UTC)Billy stayed out there for a good long while. Just alone. Going through his usual mental routine to put everything back in it's place. The disaster was over. The aftershocks finished. It would take a while to clear up the finer details, and some things would never be the same, but he was starting to feel a lot more like himself. And by the time he could start to make out the line between sky and sea as the sun started to lighten the sky behind him, he was no longer afraid of Mike. He had it all sorted. Mike was part of what he was here to stop. He couldn't get attached. And Mike was not to be taken lightly. But despite himself, he kept one tiny notion that he set aside. That crazy idea that Mike could be saved.
When he returned to the house finally, he slipped into his room on the lower floor. He stripped off his shirt and collapsed into the bed. He was exhausted and finally felt like he could sleep without nightmares.
He intended to greet the day as if nothing more than a late night job had occurred. No one in the house had to know how shaken he'd been. But above all else, no one would know about that kiss. The kiss that he wanted to put from his mind, because Mike was a monster trying to act like a person. That kiss that was the only thing that occupied his thoughts as he tried to sleep.