#billy:hank

[loomingdread]

❝ great job. keep it up. ❞ (Billy & Hank)

"Shut up." Billy snarled, turning away and curling up in his seat. He had nothing more to say to Hank and he didn't see anything good coming from their meeting. "I didn't get my ass kicked." He didn't want to explain where the scrapes along his face had come from, but he didn't want to be seen as a loser either. "Why are you even here? We're dead to each other, remember? I don't need you."

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[loomingdread]

❝ Smile, you son of a bitch! ❞ (Billy & Hank)

Billy's jaw clenched in anger, his teeth practically hurting from the strain he was putting on them by snarling. He was half expecting them to crack. He forced a tight, bitter grin that didn't reach his eyes, every muscle in his face tense, like a wild animal baring its teeth at a threat "That what you want, dad? A smile?" His voice was laced with venom, the forced smile only serving to make the whole thing more visually unnappealing. "We both know who the real son of a bitch is here. Who ruined everything." @fcdcdmcmories

[loomingdread]

"Stay away from us." (Hank & Billy)

Billy was frozen, Hank's words ringing in his head like a tolling bell. The finality of his words were a gut punch and for a moment, he didn't know what to say. His throat tightened and he swallowed hard, trying to hold onto the mask he always wore. That sneer, that indifference he'd perfected. But, now it had tripped, it felt like the continuing tumble and disintegration was proving itself to be an inevitability. "You don't mean that." He finally spoke, though even he could hear the tremor in his voice. "You can't just cut me off like that. Not after everything. You don't get to just walk away."

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