Of course he’s a dork. But he’s nice and a good doctor, too. Billy has the scars to prove it.

The verbal near-fighting was draining on him too. He’s used to fighting, but physically. Not this. Not pacing and yelling and having no way to get it out of his system. The storm is too strong outside, so he couldn’t leave Max here to try and go to the civic center or for a run. But right now he stays, hugging Max so close like he never did back in Hawkins or San Diego.

"Trust me. I’ve fucked up enough by myself without needing an extra push my shitbird of a sister." He finally pulls away and looks off to the side as he blinks the last of the tears away.

"You’re staying here, at least for the night. I don’t know how long the storm is gonna keep up or if it’ll get worse."