[The other Eddie goes and the apartment doesn’t get any less crowded. They’re already outgrowing the three bedrooms and the living room, already multiplying faster than Billy can keep up.
The other three are out, and Billy has to assume they’re shopping. Preppy stuff that preps do. He’s watched Eddie roll a joint while he tidies up Steve’s pancake mess from the morning. It’d been a slow kind of day: Billy should be working, probably, but it’s a nice kind of afternoon with Eddie in control of the music, the sun hitting the back of his head in a way that looks a little angelic, and Billy’s still a little tired from working the night before. Feels a little stiff, a little like he should take better care of himself.
So when he’s done, he tugs his damp shirt off to toss in the laundry. He watches Eddie light up and sprawl on the couch, and it doesn’t feel weird to just, sit. Make grabby hands for it, to take a hit and the twist and settle with his head on Eddie’s thighs, blowing smoke out with his eyes closed.
Eddie’s a strange kind of bony, really. He’s comfortable, he runs hot when the sun hits him. When Billy blinks up at him through the smoke, he looks serene with the glow of it behind him. He feels safe.
And Billy’s a real asshole.] - Sorry, [he says, handing the joint back up. ] For the basketball thing.
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Date: 2022-08-26 08:47 am (UTC)The other three are out, and Billy has to assume they’re shopping. Preppy stuff that preps do. He’s watched Eddie roll a joint while he tidies up Steve’s pancake mess from the morning. It’d been a slow kind of day: Billy should be working, probably, but it’s a nice kind of afternoon with Eddie in control of the music, the sun hitting the back of his head in a way that looks a little angelic, and Billy’s still a little tired from working the night before. Feels a little stiff, a little like he should take better care of himself.
So when he’s done, he tugs his damp shirt off to toss in the laundry. He watches Eddie light up and sprawl on the couch, and it doesn’t feel weird to just, sit. Make grabby hands for it, to take a hit and the twist and settle with his head on Eddie’s thighs, blowing smoke out with his eyes closed.
Eddie’s a strange kind of bony, really. He’s comfortable, he runs hot when the sun hits him. When Billy blinks up at him through the smoke, he looks serene with the glow of it behind him. He feels safe.
And Billy’s a real asshole.] - Sorry, [he says, handing the joint back up. ] For the basketball thing.