[Oh... right. He's almost forgotten that this isn't a first for Billy. That he's already been with a different version of him.
There's no reason for that to bother him... but his shoulders slump a little all the same.
The hands at his hips help distract him, the sensation soothingly pleasant. His head tips forward towards Billy, his gaze drifting down to his abdomen, lips parting in a shallow breath.]
No.
[His voice is quiet and a little hoarse, like he's admitting to a deficiency.]
...Not like that.
[He's undergone inspections, obviously. But that's hardly the same thing, or the sort of memory he wants to bring to the surface.]
no subject
There's no reason for that to bother him... but his shoulders slump a little all the same.
The hands at his hips help distract him, the sensation soothingly pleasant. His head tips forward towards Billy, his gaze drifting down to his abdomen, lips parting in a shallow breath.]
No.
[His voice is quiet and a little hoarse, like he's admitting to a deficiency.]
...Not like that.
[He's undergone inspections, obviously. But that's hardly the same thing, or the sort of memory he wants to bring to the surface.]