#on the other hand billy has a breakdown when steve is hangry and cries

[weird-an]

"Just leave me alone, Harrington," Billy shouts. "Stop getting on my nerves."

A year ago Steve would have been hurt. Insulted. Would be angry for a week and only start talking to Billy again when the other nearly begs for him to speak again.

But Steve has learned a lot on this past year. He had sucked at school, but he's awesome in studying Billy Hargrove's behaviors and moods. He could write a fucking book, a manual how to deal with Billy's tantrums.

"No," he just says and admires himself for being completely chill about it.

"What the fuck did you just say?" Billy stands in front of him, nostrils flaring and hands clenching into fists.

"You're hungry. When you're hungry, you're a worse bitch than I am," Steve explains slowly, amused by the twitch of Billy's left eyelid. "So, you'll have a cookie now and I'll put a pizza in the oven."

"I don't want a cookie," Billy grits out. No, Steve thinks, you need at least three. He could really publish a scientific paper about that.

Steve pulls out the package of triple chocolate chip cookies he has put on the fridge for situation's like this.

"Are you sure?" he asks, waving it in front of Billy's eyes.

Billy grabs the package out of his hand.

"Fuck you," he says, shoving a cookie in his mouth and getting crumbs all over his shirt.

When the pizza is in the oven and Billy has eaten three cookies, it's safe to approach him. Steve has found out through trial and error.

"Feeling better?" he says, sitting next to Billy on the couch.

"Maybe," Billy huffs. "Still hungry."

"The pizza needs like two minutes," Steve says.

"Sorry," Billy mumbles. "I didn't mean to..."

"It's okay." Steve rubs Billy's neck. He's totally getting sex as an apology later and that's the best compensation ever.