[Vought might not have a base of operations down here, but that doesn't mean they're not always in the back of his mind, cold judgment digging into every wound and failure.
He can't help but let his gaze slip down when Billy comes around to face him, not wanting him to see--all of this.]
I--I'm not--
[His face twists. Don't bullshit. Billy will know he's lying.
Of course he's chasing it. He was meant to earn it, but he couldn't. He shouldn't need it, but he does. And he doesn't know how to cut out that craving inside him.]
--'m sorry.
[It's a half-whispered mumble, and he wants to kick himself in the face as soon as it squeezes out of his throat. But it's instinctive, apologizing when he's so obviously failing at a task.]
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He can't help but let his gaze slip down when Billy comes around to face him, not wanting him to see--all of this.]
I--I'm not--
[His face twists. Don't bullshit. Billy will know he's lying.
Of course he's chasing it. He was meant to earn it, but he couldn't. He shouldn't need it, but he does. And he doesn't know how to cut out that craving inside him.]
--'m sorry.
[It's a half-whispered mumble, and he wants to kick himself in the face as soon as it squeezes out of his throat. But it's instinctive, apologizing when he's so obviously failing at a task.]