[ Sleeping decent is the first shocking thing to happen, choosing to believe the dream is something still being worked through, but Billy's got a hand in the sheets, thumb and pointer rubbing against it, feeling the scratch. It feels real. He does too.
He took the guy for a punk, but now that the last vestiges of a solid sleep are drifting off, he's taking a closer look. Billy doesn't have any qualms about staring. It might be fucking rude. What had he asked him? ]
'Bout the same. First one in a while.
[ He's still staring, blinks sleep and new life out of his eyes. Are those tattoos? He swings his legs over the side of the bed, doesn't sit up, still assessing. After the shit at Star Court, he's not sure if he should be assessing danger. He needs to jumpstart his brain. ]
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He took the guy for a punk, but now that the last vestiges of a solid sleep are drifting off, he's taking a closer look. Billy doesn't have any qualms about staring. It might be fucking rude. What had he asked him? ]
'Bout the same. First one in a while.
[ He's still staring, blinks sleep and new life out of his eyes. Are those tattoos? He swings his legs over the side of the bed, doesn't sit up, still assessing. After the shit at Star Court, he's not sure if he should be assessing danger. He needs to jumpstart his brain. ]
Those tattoos?