[Billy doesn't respond to that, merely furrows his brow and splits off to do his own shopping, browsing listlessly through some t-shirts and not really looking at anything in particular, just seeking out a distraction. This all reminds him of the last time she'd shown up- meeting her, sharing things he isn't comfortable about sharing with just anyone, like he's known her a lot longer than the short time they knew each other. Maybe he has Cap and the resistance to blame for that. Or maybe just because she was his doctor- the one who'd looked after him when they'd returned from the Cube. Found him a place to feel safe with Teddy, gave him bandages for the wounds that were visible and meds for the ones that weren't.
It isn't her, not the same one. She doesn't remember that, and she never will.
But he's okay with that. Hell, maybe it's better.
He'll wait for her by the door when he gets tired of staring blankly at the shirts, leaning against the wall with one foot propped up, his expression pensive.]
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It isn't her, not the same one. She doesn't remember that, and she never will.
But he's okay with that. Hell, maybe it's better.
He'll wait for her by the door when he gets tired of staring blankly at the shirts, leaning against the wall with one foot propped up, his expression pensive.]