[the door opened at least a thirty seconds ago: a quiet creak without much of the noise that the other wards have. there’s perks to being both temporary celebrity and pariah: no one wants to be near them when vulnerable. he’s leaning against the door for those thirty seconds, arms folded, watching Steve’s hand sit comfortably on Eddie’s neck, watching Eddie’s face light up. a passing nurse catches his eye and he smiles, all charm, before he pushes from the door and slips inside, closing it just as quietly.
Billy’s not stupid, even with all the knocks on the head. even if he couldn’t smell lingering arousal and blood, he’d know - he’d have to be blind not to see this. something feral and possessive unfurls in his chest, jealous and insecure about how well they seem to fit together. there’s something else, too, sad and lonely, a thing that remembers pining after Steve Harrington in their senior year and having to swallow it down, focusing it into his fists instead.
he’s going to have to unpack this, probably. the way he wants to crawl between them and whisper me, me, me.
for now he’s - dressed. showered, changed thanks to Susan. tight jeans, shirt half open with his scar faded pink, open, maybe proud. he’s behind Steve fast, a knuckle tracing the back of his neck like a mimic, eyes meeting Eddie’d over his shoulder. ] Aren’t you two sweet.
[Steve was right: Billy is a little less human. Probably.]
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Date: 2022-08-10 08:29 am (UTC)Billy’s not stupid, even with all the knocks on the head. even if he couldn’t smell lingering arousal and blood, he’d know - he’d have to be blind not to see this. something feral and possessive unfurls in his chest, jealous and insecure about how well they seem to fit together. there’s something else, too, sad and lonely, a thing that remembers pining after Steve Harrington in their senior year and having to swallow it down, focusing it into his fists instead.
he’s going to have to unpack this, probably. the way he wants to crawl between them and whisper me, me, me.
for now he’s - dressed. showered, changed thanks to Susan. tight jeans, shirt half open with his scar faded pink, open, maybe proud. he’s behind Steve fast, a knuckle tracing the back of his neck like a mimic, eyes meeting Eddie’d over his shoulder. ] Aren’t you two sweet.
[Steve was right: Billy is a little less human. Probably.]