"If there was a button that killed everyone I hated, I probably wouldn't press it ... but if there was a button that killed everyone who hated me, I'd press it without hesitation."
[ He's still being an uptight prick, but, he will show up, especially if there's the promise of maybe having the second room for his use. It's been a while, because Junpei's been sad. And he's been so sad, he won't leave. And it's fine, Billy gets it, Jem's crushed too, and that's its own thing to navigate, but Billy's uptight and run ragged and Junpei won't leave, and trying to fuck Murphy in the tavern isn't the same as getting to curl around him, hours spent listening to the way he breathes, the way his heart beats.
Eventually, he does show up, uses his key to unlock the door and slips in. He carries an aura of tension. It's been a long spring for everyone. ]
[ Billy has an aura of tension. Junpei has an aura of sadness, of overwhelming hopeless melancholy that radiates even after he’d felt a spike of irritation piercing through it from the squabbling.
As he’d promised, there’s tea, steam rising from two primly set cups on the table. His single visible eye, dark with exhaustion, regards Billy tiredly as he pulls out a chair. He doesn’t say anything, but the implication is clear. Come. Sit. ]
[ 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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[ He's still being an uptight prick, but, he will show up, especially if there's the promise of maybe having the second room for his use. It's been a while, because Junpei's been sad. And he's been so sad, he won't leave. And it's fine, Billy gets it, Jem's crushed too, and that's its own thing to navigate, but Billy's uptight and run ragged and Junpei won't leave, and trying to fuck Murphy in the tavern isn't the same as getting to curl around him, hours spent listening to the way he breathes, the way his heart beats.
Eventually, he does show up, uses his key to unlock the door and slips in. He carries an aura of tension. It's been a long spring for everyone. ]
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As he’d promised, there’s tea, steam rising from two primly set cups on the table. His single visible eye, dark with exhaustion, regards Billy tiredly as he pulls out a chair. He doesn’t say anything, but the implication is clear. Come. Sit. ]
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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?