#[holds ken dolls up and tries to mime gay sex]

[ickypuppi3]

Speaking of nasty Steve... him believing "men don't cry" and the first time Billy cries around him he doesn't respond all too well?

um yes ??!!

“jesus.” billy sniffs. glares at him. “you’re such a fucking asshole.”

“yeah.” steve looks at him. watches a tear fall. can feel the words on the tip of his tongue. can’t do anything to stop them. his mouth curls up into a sneer. “and you’re such a fucking girl sometimes, billy.”

and billy just. freezes. his eyes snap down. avoiding steve’s.

“get out.”

steve feels his own chest pull tight.

“c’mon bill. we were having fun before all this-” steve holds a hand up to gesture. he watches billy’s shoulders tense with the movement.

“get the fuck out, harrington.” billy tries to sound threatening. it fails when his voice wobbles on steve’s name.

and steve. well steve doesn’t need this right now. doesn’t need to sit around babysitting his fucking… he doesn’t know. hell, they’re not even friends.

steve doesn’t need this right now.

just because steve said something. just because billy can’t take a fucking joke.

whatever.

“yeah, yeah.” steve looks at billy one last time. doesn’t know why the sight of him pointedly staring down leaves sour taste in steve’s mouth. “i’m going.”

he slams the car door behind him. hears a small noise as he does. he doesn’t look back.

billy will be fine.

steve walks fast. feels the cold air stings his face. feels his lungs burn with it. he tries to clear his head.

billy will be fine.

because billy’s a man.

fuck.

steve stops for a moment. leans back against a wall. thinks about the last hour. wonders how the day went so fucking sideways.

he feels his own eyes burn. slams a fist into the wall.

men. don’t. cry.

“fuck you, billy hargrove.”