Billy goes through the work with methodical focus. Intent on each task, doing all he can to not look at the blood. Not think about the blood. And any time he has to be even near it, he tries to think of it as something else. Stage dressing. Something Farmer put together as a ruse. It works. Mostly. There's a few moments where he has to stop, gagging hard and pressing his wrist to his lips to calm himself. He went above and beyond what Mike asked for. He didn't need much direction, as he was far too accustomed to wiping away traces of a person having been somewhere--usually himself or his team. He checked every crevice, every corner something could end up. Treating it any other spy job made it easier. He even found himself looking for bugs at one point.
When the cleaning crew came in, he listened as he finished up his own tasks. Whistler. Chuck's junkie? He'd heard mention of the guy before. Not enough to get a full read on the situation, but enough to know she cared about the guy. Hearing that Mike found him like this didn't put him at ease. Was he just telling the cleaning crew that? With how cold Mike had been, he couldn't trust it. Why did they need to clean it up if Mike hadn't had a hand in this?
As Mike made his call, Billy ducked into the bathroom to grab his jacket and vest. He gave a cursory glance around to ensure nothing was left behind, and went to rejoin Mike. He just gave a confirming nod to the question. The way out was so close. He went for the door, digging for his keys in his blazer pocket.
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Date: 2015-07-19 08:15 am (UTC)When the cleaning crew came in, he listened as he finished up his own tasks. Whistler. Chuck's junkie? He'd heard mention of the guy before. Not enough to get a full read on the situation, but enough to know she cared about the guy. Hearing that Mike found him like this didn't put him at ease. Was he just telling the cleaning crew that? With how cold Mike had been, he couldn't trust it. Why did they need to clean it up if Mike hadn't had a hand in this?
As Mike made his call, Billy ducked into the bathroom to grab his jacket and vest. He gave a cursory glance around to ensure nothing was left behind, and went to rejoin Mike. He just gave a confirming nod to the question. The way out was so close. He went for the door, digging for his keys in his blazer pocket.