Billy snorted, shaking his head a little, watching the way the smoke curled from the cigarette and Goody's lips, twined in the hair of his beard. He'd started to go silver while Billy had known him and it was a strange thing, to watch the weight of age and restless night go heavier and heavier on him.
He took the cigarette back, not particularly casual in the way his fingers brushed on Goody's, feeling trigger callouses and heat roughness.
"Definitely the stories," Billy agreed, and gave a tiny smirk. "Nothing else at all."
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Date: 2016-10-17 05:27 am (UTC)He took the cigarette back, not particularly casual in the way his fingers brushed on Goody's, feeling trigger callouses and heat roughness.
"Definitely the stories," Billy agreed, and gave a tiny smirk. "Nothing else at all."