Re: Billy/Tandy: the neighborhood
Billy filed away an idea to forward Tandy some key links on gay cruising culture, purely in the interest of furthering his sociological education and certainly not for Billy’s own amusement. “I think you have those backwards. Or do the Tandy manufacturers also have a corner on the proprietary battery market?”
He grinned in the doorway to his bedroom now, flashing white teeth. Billy was pretty happy. They were still feeling each other out, he understood this on an intellectual level. Roommates had a level of intimacy that veered off in a diagonal direction from sleeping with someone for money or living in their attic. So it was new territory for Billy. He’d already known that he liked Tandy, but liking someone for a couple of hours at a time where both parties were making effort to get along was a lot different than sharing space with them. But still, his gut told him that this was a good call.
Tandy’s features were mostly inscrutable, but Billy watched them closely regardless. He made a face, then stuck his tongue out briefly. “I meant, like, when people are here for the housewarming party. I’ve got my own bathroom for - work purposes,” he repeated in a stony approximation of deadpan, still teasing while making the emphasis pointed.
Leading the way into the bedroom to let Tandy know that it was okay to come in if he wanted, Billy drifted over to the side table where he’d brought in some of the bottles and jars from his trailer, rearranging them without an immediately discernible pattern. “You expected something different?" The sex joke. The colour.