Billy glanced up from his drink long enough to notice the hesitant pause. He hopped off the chair that he'd been sitting in and circled the table, attempting to eyeball a good shot. "I guess I do," he remarked in response to Tommy's statement as he leaned over and carefully sank one more. It was closer to even now, though Billy didn't see a single shot that with his skill he could make. Still, they weren't competing, right?
"So..." he voiced nonchalantly as he rounded the table again. "Something on your mind?" He took his second shot of the turn, and, as predicted, it went nowhere near the pocket. He hoped that his question wasn't too off-putting, but he had noticed that hesitation.