Re: Billy/Tandy: the neighborhood
“No warranty for you either, huh?” Billy blinked innocently in the face of Tandy’s broad smile, though his eyes still shone with sardonic humour. “If only we could send ourselves back to the factory for repairs whenever something went haywire.” He was only mostly kidding. Popping open the hinged lid of a jar that held what looked like sprigs of rosemary, Billy brought the opening to his nose and inhaled before reaching in to pluck one out of the bunch. Rolling the leaves between his fingers to release the aromatics, he noted that he’d have to use it soon before it wilted.
He didn’t mind Tandy on the bed; actually, it made him glad to see that the guy already seemed comfortable in their new arrangement. Billy replaced the jar’s lid and set it back on the table with a soft thunk. He had every intention of figuring out a new set-up, since it wasn’t exactly realistic to keep going back out to his trailer in the woods when he needed to brew something. Maybe they could get a fire pit for the backyard? Billy turned to face Tandy where he’d situated himself on the bed (which held up very well under the bounce of a giant’s not-inconsiderable weight, thank you), poised to ask this before getting cut off at the pass by Tandy’s non sequitur.
Visibly taken aback for a few seconds, Billy crossed to sit at the head of the bed, sprawling comfortably against his own mountain of pillows. “Pesha,” he admitted, absentmindedly reaching up to brush his hair back from his face. “Except for one guy, but that was a different sort of arrangement.”