It was only when Mike spoke that he realized what was happening. He didn't really hear the words at first. He just connected that it was Mike beside him. Arms around him. And for a split second, thought he knew what would happen next. A knife, maybe. Or those hands going for his throat. Mike was an ice-cold killer and Billy was weak. It was an irrational flash before reason caught up. But it was enough to make him jerk back, out of Mike's embrace. To stare at him, before he calmed down. Mike was still Mike. He wasn't always a ruthless killer.
Billy nodded. Slowly. It wasn't until his third mission that he ever saw a dead body. That must have been devastating to a child. But he couldn't find a way to engage the statement. Billy, who was always so charming and always knew what to say, was stumped on how to carry a conversation.
So he went with something he'd been unable to say earlier. "What I said before, about the blood..." he shook his head. "It's why I drive." No, that wasn't what he wanted to say. But he couldn't seem to piece together the right words.
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Date: 2015-07-20 12:03 am (UTC)Billy nodded. Slowly. It wasn't until his third mission that he ever saw a dead body. That must have been devastating to a child. But he couldn't find a way to engage the statement. Billy, who was always so charming and always knew what to say, was stumped on how to carry a conversation.
So he went with something he'd been unable to say earlier. "What I said before, about the blood..." he shook his head. "It's why I drive." No, that wasn't what he wanted to say. But he couldn't seem to piece together the right words.