[He's used to teleporting as Billy's tagalong by now, and it doesn't make his stomach lurch the way it used to, but the ominous way Billy had insisted on privacy has it turning for a whole new reason. Once they arrive, he cards his fingers through his hair, composing himself as he takes a look at their new surroundings.]
Nice digs. Wait— Tommy? He's here?
[Well, that's good news, even if it makes him feel even more out of the loop.]
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Nice digs. Wait— Tommy? He's here?
[Well, that's good news, even if it makes him feel even more out of the loop.]
I really am behind.