Re: Hookerville: Billy/Si
Si hadn't gone into Destiny's place. He'd only been glanced at by the cops, questioned more for his employment than anything else. Sure, they knew about them being seen together a few times, but, that was all—and that was all there was, really. Si had liked Destiny—did like Destiny. Not only because she'd given him a job and a chance, when he didn't deserve either. Nothing much had come of their date, and that was fine. He hadn't expected anything to. But, he had liked her. Whatever happened to her, he knew it wasn't good. There was a darkness of some kind around her trailer. Something that felt... off, and he knew now to steer clear of that. But, too, he'd had so many people he'd known disappear, leave without a trace, bed still warm, that it wasn't as jarring to him as it'd once been.
But, he knew the loss of a sibling. Molly. Mars. Amy. He knew the hole that left gaping in the heart, a wound hemorrhaging and bleeding you out. He knew what it was like when they were missing and knowing would be better than not knowing, but maybe Billy hadn't gotten there yet. He didn't know. He just knew Amy's suggestion, that he check on Billy was a good one. So, right, a smoke. Si, 6'3" and way too big for that bus, ducked out of the bus in his own dead-and-dying sneakers. Stubble on his cheeks, bags under his eyes, he looked his usual brand of shit. "Hey." His voice was rough, smoke-sewn. Billy already had a cigarette, so Si lit his own and leaned against the metal of the bus. After an exhale, he nodded at the accordion door of the place: "Fucking cramped in there." Pacing would be hard, even if Billy was short enough to not have to duck.