[ It's not hot, it's clammy and kind of cool, but David's composure crumples apart. He looks like he's in pain. Billy jerks his hand away when David snatches the bottle closer; he doesn't really know what to do. There's no wound to slap some salve on. He's not really sure what herb would help. He isn't sure what it isβand a sharp pang of guilt niggles at him.
He found it. David smelled it. And now David's brain is going to leak out of his ears while Billy watches. Because David never lets Billy take the fall.
Billy is not particularly touchy, unless he's "talking" up a girl or breaking someone's nose in. His hand hovers for a second and then he leans forward and presses his palm to David's forehead. David often rests a hand on his shoulder or slaps his back; the least Billy can do is try to figure out how to stop him from dying. ]
Hold on, man. Do you want water? Let meβ let me see what I have. Take something.
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He found it. David smelled it. And now David's brain is going to leak out of his ears while Billy watches. Because David never lets Billy take the fall.
Billy is not particularly touchy, unless he's "talking" up a girl or breaking someone's nose in. His hand hovers for a second and then he leans forward and presses his palm to David's forehead. David often rests a hand on his shoulder or slaps his back; the least Billy can do is try to figure out how to stop him from dying. ]
Hold on, man. Do you want water? Let meβ let me see what I have. Take something.