What was he writing?? Billy lifted his chin, brows creased but he couldn't get a better view, and he shifted in his seat again with a sigh. He'd nearly (?) killed a kid, he understood the need for all the questions, he really did, nut the process was emotionally exhausting.
"We were at school. I'd figured out where our schedules had us and worked out how to avoid him and his friends, and that was working pretty well for me, but not so well for the kid they went after instead. And...I knew it was my fault they'd even gone after him, and no one was doing anything- they never do anything. So...I told him to leave him alone."
He paused for a sip of water, frowning at the table top as he tried to describe the incident. "I got in between them, and he pushed me away. I did it again and he hit me, and that at least made him forget about the other kid. And then...I don't know, he tried to throw another punch, and there was this flash and bang- I thought a gun had gone off- and there was this rush, like this heat and- I just tried to catch his hand. That's all I meant to do. I swear." He couldn't do it again if he tried, but it didn't stop him from eying his hands like them might go off at any moment.