[Teddy vanishes through Billy's fingers and he looks stricken, torn up. He looks at Kavinsky, wide-eyed, and back down at his hands. The pigs are still fluttering about.
Then Billy's hands are over his face. He's not crying, but it's a close thing.]
Shit, shit, shit.
[And he looks back at Kavinsky, and reaches a hand out, as if to say, no, it's okay.]
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[Teddy vanishes through Billy's fingers and he looks stricken, torn up. He looks at Kavinsky, wide-eyed, and back down at his hands. The pigs are still fluttering about.
Then Billy's hands are over his face. He's not crying, but it's a close thing.]
Shit, shit, shit.
[And he looks back at Kavinsky, and reaches a hand out, as if to say, no, it's okay.]
Um, I should go back to the shop, right? Fuck.