[Billy chews on his lower lip at that, taking a few long moments to get his coffee all sorted and take a sip for himself, staring worriedly into the cup. He doesn't want to do this again. He doesn't want to hear it, to say it, to even think about it. But he does that already- all the time, that guilt is lingering, clawing at his heart. It bites him at the most inopportune moments, blindsiding him even - or especially - when he's feeling good. Like now. And she has other friends besides him, people she'll want to see, speak with, and hear about their lives since she left. Tony. Loki. People who know. Who might appreciate a sympathetic, listening ear. So she'll find out eventually, and then it'll be that much worse, because he won't have told her first.
So. May as well ruin this, too.
His eyes flit to her, reluctant, but finally cooperative. Ish.]
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So. May as well ruin this, too.
His eyes flit to her, reluctant, but finally cooperative. Ish.]
Do you still have your journal with you?