[ He comes, sits, falling into the chair with an air that says he'd rather be anywhere but here. Except, that's not true, he explicitly wants to be here, in this house, in the bedroom Junpei's been holding like a depressed warring party holds the high ground.
Billy's fingers drum over the table. He doesn't reach for the tea, yet.
When he finally speaks, Junpei might expect that he's done some real thinking on the walk over. And he sort of has, but the first thing he says is still a drawn out: ] Pwease?
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Billy's fingers drum over the table. He doesn't reach for the tea, yet.
When he finally speaks, Junpei might expect that he's done some real thinking on the walk over. And he sort of has, but the first thing he says is still a drawn out: ] Pwease?