Re: Bar: At the end of the night (Tommy and Billy)
"How else are you going to build up a tolerance?" Tommy countered, only mostly joking.
He fell silent for a long moment, biting his lower lip and turning Billy's next words over in his head. So it wasn't just him. It was as crazy as it sounded, but... there was something about that also seemed to make a lot of sense even if it did raise more questions than it answered. It felt like his head was swimming and he visibly relieved when Billy changed the subject...
Not that the next one was much better. When he'd asked about Billy's home life, he'd simply been curious about all the 'what ifs'. It wasn't meant to be a play for sympathy or whatever. For a moment, Tommy looked like a deer trapped in the headlights.
"No, uh, I'm good," he said quickly, probably too quickly. "Really. I wasn't..." Tommy paused a moment, letting himself recover. "That's not really my thing," he added with a shrug. There was another pause and Tommy rubbed at the back of his neck and dropped his gaze, his empty beer bottle suddenly fascinating. "But thanks. For the offer, I mean."