Out of the blue, Billy began to hear soft, strange noises coming from Spencer's room. Some kind of strangled huffing, and sometimes even utterings of his own name. That kind of voice wasn't familiar, and Billy couldn't even hear if what he was hearing was coming from his cousin's mouth.
Of course, Billy wanted to investigate.
Soundlessly, he swooped to Spencer's door. The noises were much clearer now, and he was sure they came from Spencer. He sounded like he was hurting, even. Slamming the door to the wall, Billy barged in.
"BROMETHEUS! Are you okay?!"
If Billy wasn't so thick, he could have figured out what those noises were, and avoided walking in on Spence. Not that he didn't enjoy the sight.
Spencer's shirt was dragged up to his neck, his cheeks bright pink, his eyes widened in surprise and his hair ruffled. A blanket was covering his hand and an obvious bulge. Oh.
Billy's shocked frown was quickly turned into a superior smirk.
"Need some help?"