Re: Hookerville: Billy/Si
He was really glad that say Si didn't say he was sorry. Sorry felt too decisive and resigned at the same time. Sorry was what people said when there was nothing else left to do, no hope. Billy wanted to pace again, but instead he stepped forward to lean against the trailer with one hand braced against it, head hanging forward. He could feel the tension in his jaw radiating up into his skull, forming a tight, hot knot of pain somewhere behind his left eye.
He tried to think. The ring of salt on the floor, that meant that Destiny's magic had been involved, at least. He could feel the familiar tingle as it reverberated against his own. "Des was always the first person I went to," he said, but as the words left his mouth he realized that wasn't true. "Although... you might be right. Maybe not someone, but something."
Because before Des, he'd met their grandmother. Billy's chin lifted and he glanced up at the guy again, eyes a little wide but this time not with panic. "Our bunică left me a book. I could try asking that." He'd thought Newt, too - although his magic felt different from theirs in a way Billy couldn't put his finger on, it wouldn't hurt to ask.