[Billy doesn't respond for a long moment. He glances up as she cups his face, then down again, his expression sick with guilt and uncertainty and, truth be told, surprise. Every time someone hears about what happened or sees the effect and doesn't hate him for it is a shock, and he's still not over that feeling.
Finally he shifts from foot to foot, chewing idly on his lower lip, and tilts his head towards the living room area.]
We should... sit down. I'l put the fire on, get you those socks. We've got blankets. And...
[A pause, an exhale, an air of uncertainty that just won't leave him alone anymore.]
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Finally he shifts from foot to foot, chewing idly on his lower lip, and tilts his head towards the living room area.]
We should... sit down. I'l put the fire on, get you those socks. We've got blankets. And...
[A pause, an exhale, an air of uncertainty that just won't leave him alone anymore.]
...we can talk.