[ Billy really doesn't hate Jeff. Honest. The 'being a friend of David's' pushed him into higher esteem than a handful of the other poor souls in the fog, because it's probably increasingly apparent that Billy doesn't like β men. Well, older men. He can shoot the shit with, impress, shmooze, and bite and bark at his peers no problem. Older women too, he can turn on a wide smooth grin; but, men, he turns surly toward.
David has weaseled in, and because of that he's important. Jeff isβ a maybe. Billy doesn't shrug off the grip on his arm, but he doesn't melt in relief at the sight of him. Billy's far past thinking someone can waltz in and solve all of his problems.
David though is keyed into Jeff. Eyes on Jeff the moment he walks in. Billy isn't even sure if he hears them talking, he's so fucked up. Time to see what Jeffcan do to help. ]
He's been like this since a little before I mailed you. [ Listen. It's called texting. Feel free to remind him. ] The bottle is over β
[ And that's about when David flings himself at Jeff, and Billy jerks forward too, because who's to say David's eyes aren't going to roll up to face his cranium before he starts groaning like one of that zombie's smaller zombie puppets?
He's nearly convinced for a moment, before he has a front-row seat to David's hand on Jeff's neck, tugging him close to glue himself to his mouth. It's aggressive, there's a lot of mouth, a lot of tongue, a lot of noise, and Billy's no prude, but they're both men and Jeff has a beard, andβ Well, something's very wrong.
He acts on instinct, hands gripping each of their shoulders to attempt wrenching them apart. What? ] What? Jesus, get off him!
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David has weaseled in, and because of that he's important. Jeff isβ a maybe. Billy doesn't shrug off the grip on his arm, but he doesn't melt in relief at the sight of him. Billy's far past thinking someone can waltz in and solve all of his problems.
David though is keyed into Jeff. Eyes on Jeff the moment he walks in. Billy isn't even sure if he hears them talking, he's so fucked up. Time to see what Jeffcan do to help. ]
He's been like this since a little before I mailed you. [ Listen. It's called texting. Feel free to remind him. ] The bottle is over β
[ And that's about when David flings himself at Jeff, and Billy jerks forward too, because who's to say David's eyes aren't going to roll up to face his cranium before he starts groaning like one of that zombie's smaller zombie puppets?
He's nearly convinced for a moment, before he has a front-row seat to David's hand on Jeff's neck, tugging him close to glue himself to his mouth. It's aggressive, there's a lot of mouth, a lot of tongue, a lot of noise, and Billy's no prude, but they're both men and Jeff has a beard, andβ Well, something's very wrong.
He acts on instinct, hands gripping each of their shoulders to attempt wrenching them apart. What? ] What? Jesus, get off him!