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"No, no, that's not, please, stay, I—" Billy falters near the door, reserving curse words for the silent depreciation of himself and instead sending all his pleading aloud; sacrificial vulnerability. And he fucked up saying it, and he fucked up showing it, and maybe now it's simply too late, but all he knows is that if Dom gets in that car it's all gone to hell in a hand-basket and it'll be his fault. It surprises him when Dom turns at the last second, his eyes glazed with moisture, and says brokenly, "Can't leave my Pickle, now can I?" |