Re: The Neighbourhood: Billy/Alex
Billy smirks because the makeup is not a threat, sweet summer child - it's a promise. Very little that Billy says could ever be considered idle; he's got the vanity action-packed and teetering with palettes upstairs in his bedroom. And he goes with the laughter that bubbles up from Alex's lips, tinkling lightness and musicality as the outer corners of his eyes crinkle up in amusement. "Oh my god, the fact that you even know you're a winter is amazing," he says with a solemnity cracked-through with the twinkle in his eyes.
He resists the urge to reach out and wind his arm around Alex's shoulders, to reel the guy in - he respects that the guy is eating, okay? Billy is multi-talented in that he can balance a plate in his lap, and simultaneously pretend that he isn't reeling from the summation. "Are you shitting me? Tandy is like, four of us stacked on top of each other in a trench coat," he mutters, the corner of his mouth twisted up wry. He so fucking respects Alex's approach to it. Because he doesn't want Tandy to be done or gone, obviously? But there's also a line that has to be realistically drawn.
"Okay, I need a few minutes to not be so touchy-feely," he says, clearing his throat and extending his hands towards Alex's spot on the couch. He flicks his fingers in and out, in a "gimme" motion, like Alex should be leaning into the grasp of his hands.