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Billy Hargrove, 20

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[unconscionable]

Not as much as you'd think.

[otherbitches]

Bull.

[ An easy response that... trails off... There's a lot happening in the wake of Quentin's message. A l̷̪̕o̷̰̕t̸̢͑. When Billy's thoughts return to John, they're buttery smooth. His voice had been velvet when he'd spoken to Karen Wheeler an age ago, even though his face had stung, stomach roiling with fury. ]

Yeah. Yeah, you're right. I'll come over.

[unconscionable]

[ Not exactly beating the just like Danny allegations. Anyway, John has no reason to doubt this change of heart. ]

Tomorrow.

[ Today, in the wake of Quentin's reveal, he has a headache and everyone is tired and a little crabby, Jem still quiet. Pinching Danny when she thinks he isn't looking. Give it a day, he'd said; postponed Eddie the same way. ]

I'm west of the gate, past the big oak trying to grow through the walls, then follow the hunter's trail towards the pond. Tell me when you can see the cabin set into the hill and I'll come bring you through the wards.

cw: description of maiming

[otherbitches]

[ He doesn't want to wait a day. He wants to storm over there now, press his thumbs into the soft dip of Danny Johnson's throat, press until it punctures and he hears Danny laugh through his throat. ]

Okay. Okay yeah. I can do that. Tomorrow.

Thanks, John.