[One small word, one tone, and Billy looks away, fists still clenched, nails digging into his palms. He doesn't want excuses, or reasoning, or logic. He doesn't want reassurances or arguments. He wants to hear her say she'll stay far, far away from Loki and his knives, or soldiers or villains or- or any kind of danger.
But he knows she's not going to say that. Even if she did, it would just be a placating lie. It's written all over her face.
He tries again, though, one last-ditch effort, his eyes almost begging, his body tense and shaking, his voice tremulous. There's a wound in him, raw and open and still bleeding, trickling into every fiber of his being.]
I don't... want to see someone I care about end up like that. Not... not ever.
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But he knows she's not going to say that. Even if she did, it would just be a placating lie. It's written all over her face.
He tries again, though, one last-ditch effort, his eyes almost begging, his body tense and shaking, his voice tremulous. There's a wound in him, raw and open and still bleeding, trickling into every fiber of his being.]
I don't... want to see someone I care about end up like that. Not... not ever.
[Not again.
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