[The exhaustion hitting him is really taking the wind out of his sails. All he does is flinch hard at the hand to his shoulder, but it help keeps him on his feet. It's a heavy thing, knowing you'll die when you get sent home. It's not something he was ever prepared for in school. No one expects to die anyways, not so young.
He glances at Rogers before pulling his shoulder down out of the touch and leans against the counter.]
Don't touch me. I don't want to talk about it. You wouldn't fucking get it anyways.
[Not that Billy knows the best ways to explain it.]
You wanna know more about it? Find Robin Buckley. Maybe Harrington. Robin's better at talking though.
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He glances at Rogers before pulling his shoulder down out of the touch and leans against the counter.]
Don't touch me. I don't want to talk about it. You wouldn't fucking get it anyways.
[Not that Billy knows the best ways to explain it.]
You wanna know more about it? Find Robin Buckley. Maybe Harrington. Robin's better at talking though.