Well then if she's just going to call Tommy that and not something mean like 'freak', then she's better than Billy was. Not that there's a high bar set or anything.

The look he gives her is sharp and something more familiar from Billy, but he doesn't act on the anger or frustration that's sparking through his skin like an itch. This was his sister, who knew he was dead. Did she mourn him? Did her mom or Neil even mourn him?

Her yelling at him doesn't startle him. Billy soaks in the familiarity of it as she yells back that she's trying to help.

Breathe in. Breathe out. Keep his temper in check and he won't be in the cabin by himself watching Max walk out.

"Eddie, Harrington, and me. We had a truce to not fight. Or, try not to. I broke it during the volcano situation. They were... treating me like I was stupid and I broke and punched Harrington. Robin made a new truce with no fighting, and any bad situations we should bring to her so they could be judged fairly or some shirt." One hand goes to his arm, fingers scratching idly against the skin. The same spot where he knew he had been burned by the sun while possessed.

"Yeah. I woke up while I was in there and I was... I didn't know what was going on but I saw you and I broke." He was scared but he didn't want to admit it. Scared and so isolated and only Max with her friend had noticed something wrong with him. And that alone hurt more than anything because something was wrong but it looked normal from Billy to everyone else. "Then I went to sleep again before your friend pulled him out of my head."

And then he fought back, evident with the hidden scarring under his shirt, and the light, silvery ones on his wrists and hands.

And then he died.

Fuck.

"You and your friend... you two were the only ones to help."