That seems outta character, [teddy says, wry, making fun a little but only very gently. he senses something's wrong. not that it takes a genius to do so. billy's upset. (and teddy's a figment of his imagination, besides.)] Hey.
[he looks at kavinsky.] Can you give us a minute?
[kavinsky is in the middle of mouthing 'gay' at some unseen audience, so he raises his hands, slowly, a sarcastic surrender. he essays backward a few steps, glances around. parks are so boring, unless you have like, a ton of shrooms and beer and ecstasy and something to burn, but he gave at least two of those four things away today.
he's still eavesdropping, to the best of his ability, when the hulkling turns back toward his beau.] Billy, [his face is serious, his voice low, his hair bright in the sunshine.] Come on. I know you're not gonna tell me everything, and there's no point saying you can tell me anything. But you can tell me about this.
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[he looks at kavinsky.] Can you give us a minute?
[kavinsky is in the middle of mouthing 'gay' at some unseen audience, so he raises his hands, slowly, a sarcastic surrender. he essays backward a few steps, glances around. parks are so boring, unless you have like, a ton of shrooms and beer and ecstasy and something to burn, but he gave at least two of those four things away today.
he's still eavesdropping, to the best of his ability, when the hulkling turns back toward his beau.] Billy, [his face is serious, his voice low, his hair bright in the sunshine.] Come on. I know you're not gonna tell me everything, and there's no point saying you can tell me anything. But you can tell me about this.