[ he sees billy reaching for the bottle and abruptly, suddenly pulls it back. there's a part of him that desperately wants to take another deep breath of whatever's inside-- fuck it, drink it too. but that's not why he pulls away. he presses a thumb down hard on the cork, until it goes white from the pressure to make sure it's closed and carefully puts it down. ]
M'fine. [ said, of course, just before he practically rips off his jacket and throws it down like a toddler about to throw a fit. he's so fucking hot and the temperature just keeps rising. ] Jesus, s'fuckin' hot.
[ this is fine. it's probably fine. he just needs to ride it out is all. ]
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M'fine. [ said, of course, just before he practically rips off his jacket and throws it down like a toddler about to throw a fit. he's so fucking hot and the temperature just keeps rising. ] Jesus, s'fuckin' hot.
[ this is fine. it's probably fine. he just needs to ride it out is all. ]