[ marcus turns his back to him, and there's not much billy can do about that short of grabbing for his shoulder and turning him back over, but if marcus doesn't want to look at him, billy isn't going to force him. he's content enough to just - sit with his friend and contemplate this fucked up situation they're in. or... marcus is in. it strikes billy suddenly that if this is a test administered by their school principal under the disguise of someone else, then he's going to be contacted at some point, too.
the thought makes his stomach turn a little. he takes another sip of beer to try and quell the feeling, and startles a little when marcus suddenly turns back over and springs up. immediately, a tiny buzz of paranoia starts to rattle around inside of him - he's glad marcus had someone to keep an eye on him while he was hopped out of his mind on acid, but... did he tell this guy about what happened in vegas? does this guy know about what they did to gene?
billy looks away from marcus. he slides his beer between his knees, holds it tight around the neck, and scratches under his chin with his other hand, head tilted back slightly. for a good thirty seconds, he's quiet, thinking. eventually, he looks back at marcus. ]
... Maybe you're not supposed to. I mean, maybe that's the test. Lin always talks about how we're not supposed to kill people who don't deserve it - and you say this guy's a good one, right? Lin puts five grand on the line, though. That's a lot of money to someone like me and you. That's real tempting. Five grand could probably get either one of us a decent place to stay here, if we put it into the right hands. Real food, good food. Clothes.
[ billy looks away again, takes another pull from the bottle. he seems conflicted, maybe like he's not so sure what he thinks about duplicity anymore. this seems like something lin would do, but some parts of it don't really line up with what he'd expect from lin, either. billy wets his lips and sits back, leaning his weight on his hands. his feet start to swing again. ]
But - what if it's not this guy who did something wrong? What if it's — [ you, he wants to say, but he doesn't like the idea of accusing marcus of anything, so he doesn't, at least not outright, ] —what if it's just Lin trying to get you to tie up loose ends?
[ billy looks over at marcus again. he thinks about gene, and how tightly he had to hold a belt around his own father's neck. he thinks about all the times his father ever beat him and his mother, he thinks about how he was too much of a coward to kill him every single time he had the chance. he thinks about marcus, and how he did what billy couldn't. marcus has done a lot for him, and billy hates that this burden is his, now.
he looks away. ]
How much did you tell this guy about - about Vegas? Maybe he just - knows too much. Maybe that's it.
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the thought makes his stomach turn a little. he takes another sip of beer to try and quell the feeling, and startles a little when marcus suddenly turns back over and springs up. immediately, a tiny buzz of paranoia starts to rattle around inside of him - he's glad marcus had someone to keep an eye on him while he was hopped out of his mind on acid, but... did he tell this guy about what happened in vegas? does this guy know about what they did to gene?
billy looks away from marcus. he slides his beer between his knees, holds it tight around the neck, and scratches under his chin with his other hand, head tilted back slightly. for a good thirty seconds, he's quiet, thinking. eventually, he looks back at marcus. ]
... Maybe you're not supposed to. I mean, maybe that's the test. Lin always talks about how we're not supposed to kill people who don't deserve it - and you say this guy's a good one, right? Lin puts five grand on the line, though. That's a lot of money to someone like me and you. That's real tempting. Five grand could probably get either one of us a decent place to stay here, if we put it into the right hands. Real food, good food. Clothes.
[ billy looks away again, takes another pull from the bottle. he seems conflicted, maybe like he's not so sure what he thinks about duplicity anymore. this seems like something lin would do, but some parts of it don't really line up with what he'd expect from lin, either. billy wets his lips and sits back, leaning his weight on his hands. his feet start to swing again. ]
But - what if it's not this guy who did something wrong? What if it's — [ you, he wants to say, but he doesn't like the idea of accusing marcus of anything, so he doesn't, at least not outright, ] —what if it's just Lin trying to get you to tie up loose ends?
[ billy looks over at marcus again. he thinks about gene, and how tightly he had to hold a belt around his own father's neck. he thinks about all the times his father ever beat him and his mother, he thinks about how he was too much of a coward to kill him every single time he had the chance. he thinks about marcus, and how he did what billy couldn't. marcus has done a lot for him, and billy hates that this burden is his, now.
he looks away. ]
How much did you tell this guy about - about Vegas? Maybe he just - knows too much. Maybe that's it.