Tandy Bowen doesn't have to pick between (cloakndagger) wrote in repose,
Re: Billy/Tandy: the neighborhood
Conversely, Tandy had known he was lonely. Lonely was a state of mind rather than a state of being and he had allowed it to permeate longer than he strictly should have. Lonely was a level up on Maslow's hierarchy because it was a luxury. To feel lonely, you had to want, which went above strict needs. Sat there, in the purple room that looked super Billy to Tandy, who had very little design knowledge, skill or associative taste, he knew this was company. It wasn't Holly. Not this-Holly, his Holly. He had meant what he said, which was that people were not interchangeable, and friendships were not exchangeable. But he liked his roommate.
"Paco Rabanne?" Tandy echoed, with the uptick inflection of a question. But they were in the theoretical, which made Tandy comfortable and it related to Billy, which meant he was far more comfortable with the tenor of the conversation. "So why aren't you? Interested in being Billy rather than Pesha." He looked at the finger, with an air of the finger being irrelevant.
He didn't understand the practical ways in which food-sourcing (sourcing food? There had to be a grammatically correct way of structuring it) could be fun. "Being bitten and made anaemic was fun?" Eyebrow.