[Steve bites his own tongue before he can correct Billy. Because he wouldn't understand, what the fuck would this asshole understand? Steve can barely remember when his biggest worries were about looking cool, and don't get him wrong - it's not like he suddenly stopped caring about his hair, his jeans. But people like Tommy, like Carol? Jesus, fuck that noise.
But maybe it shows on his face, how little it matters. Really, he'd much rather Billy take the title and stop being such a dick all the time. Steve feels too young to feel this tired.]
You know, I didn't give myself that nickname. [It's as much as Steve is going to say about it, shoving his hands in his pockets and leaning against a tree as they find somewhere to settle. The beer is only going to look more tempting the longer this conversation continues.
Now that - the admission from Billy, albeit a tipsy one - is unexpected, and Steve tries to keep his expression neutral, to stop his eyebrows flying up towards his hair.]
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But maybe it shows on his face, how little it matters. Really, he'd much rather Billy take the title and stop being such a dick all the time. Steve feels too young to feel this tired.]
You know, I didn't give myself that nickname. [It's as much as Steve is going to say about it, shoving his hands in his pockets and leaning against a tree as they find somewhere to settle. The beer is only going to look more tempting the longer this conversation continues.
Now that - the admission from Billy, albeit a tipsy one - is unexpected, and Steve tries to keep his expression neutral, to stop his eyebrows flying up towards his hair.]
So what's your play? Stay here and then - what?