It took Johnny physically hauling Billy out of bed before he gave in and got up. What he wouldn't have given for a few more hours of sleep. How the hell did this house always wake up so early when so much of their work happened at night?
He snatched up his shirt and pulled on to join the rest of the house. He was rather surprised that not only did they all know, but they were happy for him. He accepts it all with warm, easy smiles and words of thanks. Acting for all the world like the night before had been smooth sailing. Paige even got a wink out of him.
However, when Mike and Briggs emerged, a shadow passed over his face. There was Mike himself, of course, then the two details that plagued his dreams. That blasted kiss, and that mention of Briggs and a plastic bag. Plus all of the blood and gore and torture, but that was pretty much par for the course in his dreams. When Mike sat down, Billy sudden realized there was no more coffee. So he got up to start making some. To be helpful. Barely even giving Mike another glance.
Then Mike had to address him directly. "As well as can be expected," Billy said over his shoulder, not letting any of the tension show in his voice. The pause was just long enough for someone who knew the truth to notice, before he added, "Not so easy getting proper rest when you've got that--" he jabbed a thumb at Johnny, "--as an alarm clock."
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Date: 2015-07-21 04:30 am (UTC)He snatched up his shirt and pulled on to join the rest of the house. He was rather surprised that not only did they all know, but they were happy for him. He accepts it all with warm, easy smiles and words of thanks. Acting for all the world like the night before had been smooth sailing. Paige even got a wink out of him.
However, when Mike and Briggs emerged, a shadow passed over his face. There was Mike himself, of course, then the two details that plagued his dreams. That blasted kiss, and that mention of Briggs and a plastic bag. Plus all of the blood and gore and torture, but that was pretty much par for the course in his dreams. When Mike sat down, Billy sudden realized there was no more coffee. So he got up to start making some. To be helpful. Barely even giving Mike another glance.
Then Mike had to address him directly. "As well as can be expected," Billy said over his shoulder, not letting any of the tension show in his voice. The pause was just long enough for someone who knew the truth to notice, before he added, "Not so easy getting proper rest when you've got that--" he jabbed a thumb at Johnny, "--as an alarm clock."