Re: The Neighbourhood: Billy/Alex
Okay - ftr? Billy knows what Alex knows. He's not any kind of overtly logical, either. Right? Billy exists as an excerpt of hair, dark and mussed and spiking violently up from the outline of his scalp in its middle-parted-severity that berries a sweetness's, just-established where Billy isn't operating under any kind of assumption that Alex knows him. Billy's hands come together over his midsection so that his fingers thread together and he smiles, with the thought that Alex thinks he probably has no idea what he's talking about.
Billy leans into the corner of the sectional so that his ribcage is pressing up against Alex's frame; his arm stretched along the back of the couch feels like it alights as the guy flicks a judgemental glance over him. "Shit," he says, nearly breathless and laughing. "Here I wasn't even trying to be a perv but apparently that's just working for me."