"He has to want help, darling," Pierce said, glancing around at their surroundings and then back to her. Creepy, yes, but he was used to what could be considered as such. Therefore, he was perfectly content to have a conversation here with Olivia. She was awake, sort of, and that was all he wanted. "Of course Billy would help him but you wanted to help him too, and look what happened." Needless to say, if Simon attempted this crap with Billy, then Pierce would eviscerate that brooding artist cocksneeze, no questions asked. "Only he is responsible for the choices he makes. And, quite frankly, he shouldn't expect compassion and kindness if he just goes around being an asshole and then justifies it with a sob story. Fuck that."
A brow was quirked in return, a mirror gesture of hers. "Of course Billy went strange. Why the hell would you think Casper would be mature enough to handle meeting his real family?"