[ Yeah, David's going to burn out. He's warm and clammy to the touch, and his eyes look all fucked up. It's kind of crazy, he didn't even drink it or anything, but the response is quicksilver quick as it works its way through David.
Billy lets his hand drop, and when he pulls out his phone there might be a bit of a tremble. Even if David would come back, Billy really doesn't want more people on his conscious. This feels different than a trial; it feels more real. ]
Yeah, what would Jeff know about it? [ Billy scoffs. Listen, he likes Jeff. Billy's a young man, interested in throwing axes and brewing beer, at least as hypotheticals. Jeff has an awful lot of manly hobbies, but Billy isn't sure he's ever heard him raise his voice, save for when he's screaming bloody murder while being stabbed in the side. Jeff is fine, but he also eats up a lot of David's time. Which is fine. But David is also Billy's da— friend, thank you very much.
He's already typing a message to Claudette: david breathed something now he's sweating and freaking out. green herb or yellowgreen herb? ] I'll message Claudette, just hold on.
[ First: he's still point-and-peck slow at texting. Second: he reaches out and grips David's shoulder loosely. Like... calming. Like David does to him. ]
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Billy lets his hand drop, and when he pulls out his phone there might be a bit of a tremble. Even if David would come back, Billy really doesn't want more people on his conscious. This feels different than a trial; it feels more real. ]
Yeah, what would Jeff know about it? [ Billy scoffs. Listen, he likes Jeff. Billy's a young man, interested in throwing axes and brewing beer, at least as hypotheticals. Jeff has an awful lot of manly hobbies, but Billy isn't sure he's ever heard him raise his voice, save for when he's screaming bloody murder while being stabbed in the side. Jeff is fine, but he also eats up a lot of David's time. Which is fine. But David is also Billy's da— friend, thank you very much.
He's already typing a message to Claudette: david breathed something now he's sweating and freaking out. green herb or yellowgreen herb? ] I'll message Claudette, just hold on.
[ First: he's still point-and-peck slow at texting. Second: he reaches out and grips David's shoulder loosely. Like... calming. Like David does to him. ]