Billy only got compliments on things that mattered to him on the surface level - the way he looked and how he did sports. His car. Superficial things that didn't matter in the long run or something like that.
With the space between them again, Billy seems to calm a little again.
And Max voices his very own thoughts about how if it wasn't him, it'd be someone else. And he wants to run or flinch or kick her out or something or anything. It feels like a lot, and there is, but unlike his conversation with Robin, Billy doesn't want to back down this time. He may be a worthless loser, but he wasn't going to run from this.
The pacing slows and he finally leans against one of the other walls. Space between them again, but Billy isn't tightly closed off like he had made himself a few minutes ago.
"Fine. I can't help it sometimes," comes the soft answer. Billy almost sounds defeated, but he's just tired. He's fought so much for so long, and he was just tired. Being in Temba was supposed to be a break from that until he goes home to die.
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With the space between them again, Billy seems to calm a little again.
And Max voices his very own thoughts about how if it wasn't him, it'd be someone else. And he wants to run or flinch or kick her out or something or anything. It feels like a lot, and there is, but unlike his conversation with Robin, Billy doesn't want to back down this time. He may be a worthless loser, but he wasn't going to run from this.
The pacing slows and he finally leans against one of the other walls. Space between them again, but Billy isn't tightly closed off like he had made himself a few minutes ago.
"Fine. I can't help it sometimes," comes the soft answer. Billy almost sounds defeated, but he's just tired. He's fought so much for so long, and he was just tired. Being in Temba was supposed to be a break from that until he goes home to die.