On fucking up, he’s sure a lot of people would agree. They’d probably have more to add to that, too. He doesn’t say anything about it though, choosing silence for the moment.
Instead, Billy busies himself by fixing up the linens on the bed. He leaves the pillow and the regular blanket while taking the tinfoil one to lay on the floor.
"I don’t pace at night,“ he told her and then pointed at the bed. "You’ll take my bed tonight. If the storm is less or gone tomorrow, I’ll take you to Robin at the hotel to get you set up."
With the bed fixed up, Billy goes over to the fire. From the stack of logs next to it he grabs one to toss in. It’ll keep them warm through the night for certain. "Don’t worry about waking me up."
He thinks for a moment, then goes over to the mantle of the fireplace. He takes a little medicine bottle and tosses it towards her.
"Try one of these. Tae gave me them to help me sleep and something about anxiety. They should help."
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Instead, Billy busies himself by fixing up the linens on the bed. He leaves the pillow and the regular blanket while taking the tinfoil one to lay on the floor.
"I don’t pace at night,“ he told her and then pointed at the bed. "You’ll take my bed tonight. If the storm is less or gone tomorrow, I’ll take you to Robin at the hotel to get you set up."
With the bed fixed up, Billy goes over to the fire. From the stack of logs next to it he grabs one to toss in. It’ll keep them warm through the night for certain. "Don’t worry about waking me up."
He thinks for a moment, then goes over to the mantle of the fireplace. He takes a little medicine bottle and tosses it towards her.
"Try one of these. Tae gave me them to help me sleep and something about anxiety. They should help."