Gym, Saturday Night

[l1ttle_billy]

Billy stretched, feeling his prosthetic shift a bit, and so he tightened the straps. That was the only problem he was noticing after getting his leg back from the shop. The straps that held it on needed breaking in again, but that was a very minor, easily fixed problem. He wondered if he should be paranoid about something else happening on the island soon. Maybe Conner was just being paranoid. After the Trolls it would be understandable.

Maybe Aziraphale was right. Despite being creepy. He’d been right about the whole doing nice things for people thing. He’d enjoyed people’s reactions to his cards which had helped bring him out of his holiday funk. Though some of the reactions weren’t quite what he’d been hoping for.

But maybe he should talk to someone, talking to Blair and Anders had certainly helped. But he wasn’t so sure he trusted anyone with the truth. The whole of it at any rate. And really, he seemed to be in control again. No more outbursts or anything. It must have been the excitement of battle. That was it. He’d shouted because he’d been angry, and his father’s battle cry was the most angry thing he could think of to shout. That was all.

In the meantime he wondered how to tell his mother about the teleporter incident. She probably already thought, from his letters that he was on some kind of drugs. Probably best to not include the searching the brothel for spare body parts. The Nerf Arrow attack in the church was silly enough.

…Teal Deer.

Billy was currently doing a head stand in the middle of the room. come try to make him loose his concentration.