Billy watched the moment come over Goodnight's face, the worry, the anguish, that they so rarely spoke of. And in the next moment, Goodnight looking down at him, it was gone. Sometimes, Billy worried about that. More often than not, in fact. But Goodnight Robicheaux was a full grown man, and on the days he needed Billy to carry him, he was glad to carry that weight.
"How many," Billy asked, a breath of his voice. What was their rush here? How urgent was their desire cresting? Billy wanted Goody like he needed to breathe, but he could draw this out if he needed to.
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Date: 2016-10-18 02:59 pm (UTC)"How many," Billy asked, a breath of his voice. What was their rush here? How urgent was their desire cresting? Billy wanted Goody like he needed to breathe, but he could draw this out if he needed to.