Billy holds it together. Cold. Clinical. Focused. This was the sort of disconnect he was used to. Disengage. Torment. Get the answer. Return to reality. He'd done it more often than he could recall. But he didn't have the excuse of national interests to hide behind. This wasn't for anyone's safety. This wasn't saving lives. But still, he held it together.
Until the mention of Briggs with a plastic bag. He looked up at Mike, as the towel was pulled away. Was that the reason Mike was like this? Was Briggs torturing him, too? The ground shifted beneath Billy's feet, threatening to drag down the wall. He pushed it all down. Later. he could think on it later.
He followed Mike out of the room. But he didn't stop when Mike paused to close the door. He brushed passed, heading for the front door at a brisk stride. For the car. So they could go home. So he could be alone. So he could process all of this and figure it out.
"I'm not hungry," was all he said, almost automatically, as he stepped out of the house.
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Date: 2015-07-19 10:00 am (UTC)Until the mention of Briggs with a plastic bag. He looked up at Mike, as the towel was pulled away. Was that the reason Mike was like this? Was Briggs torturing him, too? The ground shifted beneath Billy's feet, threatening to drag down the wall. He pushed it all down. Later. he could think on it later.
He followed Mike out of the room. But he didn't stop when Mike paused to close the door. He brushed passed, heading for the front door at a brisk stride. For the car. So they could go home. So he could be alone. So he could process all of this and figure it out.
"I'm not hungry," was all he said, almost automatically, as he stepped out of the house.