[ That pisses him off, and the little flare of anger is real, stokes the flame in his chest like coal to a forge. Jesus Christ, it's like Billy can't get a fucking break. He's mostly left Harrington alone, only made the occasional snide comment if he saw him in the mall with his stupid outfit on. Apparently that was mild enough because Max never drugged him again. He's never apologized though, for busting his face open. Never acknowledged he would have kept going, and who knows what would have happened to Steve, had Max not stopped Billy.
But the anger feels weird, a little too sticky in his throat. Something about curses. It threatens to bubble all over the two of them, but — he's readily distracted and his eyes narrow. ]
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But the anger feels weird, a little too sticky in his throat. Something about curses. It threatens to bubble all over the two of them, but — he's readily distracted and his eyes narrow. ]
You worked at that dopey ice cream shop, dipshit.