[He says so little, and yet that in itself says so much.
He looks down into his cup of cooling coffee, only to look back up and search Billy’s face for any kind of clue, anything that might hint at what it was that actually happened.]
It was that bad?
[He doesn’t have to ask, really. He can tell.]
Whatever happened, I hope— some part of you knows that I would never want to do anything to hurt you. You know that, right?
[Of course he’s hurt him in the past, made mistakes, but it was never intentional— it was just human, the kind of thing that happened to every couple because they cared enough to be hurt.]
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He looks down into his cup of cooling coffee, only to look back up and search Billy’s face for any kind of clue, anything that might hint at what it was that actually happened.]
It was that bad?
[He doesn’t have to ask, really. He can tell.]
Whatever happened, I hope— some part of you knows that I would never want to do anything to hurt you. You know that, right?
[Of course he’s hurt him in the past, made mistakes, but it was never intentional— it was just human, the kind of thing that happened to every couple because they cared enough to be hurt.]