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[heatmetal]

[ his voicemail greeting is just a guitar riff ]

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[camarod]

Someone's gotta shoulder the burden.

[he's so smitten. even if he weren't, the thought of losing Eddie is so frightening. he thinks, maybe, this is why he avoided making real connections after Cali: just because of how much it fucking hurt when he had to let go. ]

You think we can sleep now? Pocket the rest of this for a tomorrow conversation?

[heatmetal]

Yeah. We're good to head to dreamland.

[ he is actually dead tired and would like to get a proper night's sleep. He hugs billy a little longer and then steps back, stubbing out the cigarette and flicking it off the balcony. ]

[camarod]

Thank fucking Christ, [he says, because yeah. he is bone dead exhausted. a little weird about sleeping alone, but fuck it. what is another night? ]