"You can," Billy assured, speaking over Goody's worry and doubts. He squeezed Goody's hand and looked at him, firm and assured. "I know you can. We will work this thing together. But that doesn't mean it's Faraday's business."
Billy was firm on that front. He didn't like how Faraday looked at the two of them, didn't like Faraday's glib tongue and judgmental eyes. He was only a few years younger than Billy, but he acted like a boy in comparison. And it was none of his business, Goodnight's afflictions. Those were Goodnight's, and by extension Billy's.
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Date: 2016-10-20 03:57 am (UTC)Billy was firm on that front. He didn't like how Faraday looked at the two of them, didn't like Faraday's glib tongue and judgmental eyes. He was only a few years younger than Billy, but he acted like a boy in comparison. And it was none of his business, Goodnight's afflictions. Those were Goodnight's, and by extension Billy's.