Re: Billy/Tandy: the neighborhood
Billy’s grin was a slow-spreading thing but it was broad, and unfettered across his face. He was, in this moment, utmost chill. It was a good moment, one where he realized that until now he had felt like a loose bolt rattling around in the house by himself. Aimless, but uncomfortably so. Living alone had felt distinctly less… lonely, when he was in a trailer just barely big enough for himself.
“Pheromones, sure,” he gave an exaggerated nod and pointed at Tandy momentarily. “I mean, either that or Paco Rabanne.” And he grinned some more, then shook his head as Tandy pulled out a familiar argument. Maybe his new roommate had already joined forces with Atticus to work against him in professional meddling. “I never said I couldn’t,” he corrected, holding up one finger. “But I’m not interested.”
Just as he’d explained to Atticus, or at least done his best. Billy had zero intentions of inflicting his baggage on some poor, unsuspecting guy rn. The itch got scratched, and for now that was okay. It was fine. “Yeah, it didn’t last long. But it was fun while it did.”