Notes: My apologies for not being able to write Sidney Prescott in a decent way. The first part of this fic took me forever to write, then I decided to focus on Dewey instead. And... Sorry about the end. I tagged it as slow burn, I should stay by my word, even if I was dying to write other things.
Dewey is in the police station with Sidney. He left the crime scene to be investigated by other officials, since he's the only person there that could give Sidney comfort.
The murder spree has been big news in Woodsboro, but the entire information wasn't spread in the news. The connection with the murders and the Prescott family wasn't as clear at the beginning, but the collaboration of other detectives have helped to conclude that the photographs left in the eight crime scenes were of Maureen Prescott.
This case was too big for the local police of Woodsboro, the victims ascended to eight now with the terrible crime of Sidney's father. What started as isolated cases is now the product of a serial killer that made sure every victim was left to be found next to a Maureen Prescott's picture in her twenties. That detail was discovered by a Detective from another state named Mark Kincaid, who was working on an investigation of cases of sexual abuses in the Hollywood Industry.
Dewey brings Sidney a glass of water. "How are you feeling?" He asks, putting his hand on her shoulder in a gesture of comfort.
"Terrible." Sidney replies sadly. "I can't believe this has happened. My father has been killed by this sick bastard."
Dewey looked at her. He could tell she was struggling with all these emotions. She just wanted to cry. He could tell plenty of thoughts were going through her head right now, and none of them were good. It was obvious that Dewey was sympathetic to her and really did care for her.
"Don't worry, I'll catch the bastard who did this." he says in a soft and warm voice. Dewey shakes his head, embarrassed that they haven't done a lot of progress in the case. "Sidney, I can't give you all the details right now. The sheriff will want to take your declaration… What I wanted to ask of you is that you stay in my house." He says in a soft and understanding tone. "I don't want you to be alone through this."
"I'll stay with you." Sidney says quietly. "Thank you, Dewey. I just want that bastard to be brought to justice."
"I can't understand how someone could do something like this…" Sidney takes the glass of water that Dewey had brought for her and takes a sip. "Do you have any suspects?" Sidney asks Dewey.
"Sid, when people kill like this… there's no logical explanation… It's not something people like us can understand. What we need now is to keep you in a safe place until we have a lead about who is doing this. " He says in a soft and sympathetic voice.
It is not fair that Sidney has to go through these fears again. It was clear now that the killer was trying to get Sidney's attention and that she was, undoubtedly, the ultimate target. There was also the future production of Stab 2 around the corner, which has brought the rumors of fugitive Billy Loomis, the killer of her mother, back to Woodsboro. The thing is that it doesn't sound like a marketing strategy anymore.
"Do you think maybe there's a copycat killer out there?" Sidney said fearfully. "What if this is Billy or someone who's helping Billy?"
Sidney looked down at the ground, fear filling in her eyes. Clearly she was terrified of this, it reminded her too much of her mother's murder and made her wonder if Billy would be coming for her too.
"I'm scared, Dewey."
"Sid…" Dewey sighs, it's a tough situation, but the last thing they need is Sidney believing those rumors and being paranoid. "There's no proof he's back in Woodsboro. That's all the news making things up… That's how they work." he says in a tender voice.
"That's not how I work, Dewey, '' says Gale Weathers, entering the little interrogation room suddenly.
"What the hell are you doing here, Gale?" Dewey asks, clearly annoyed by her presence.
He looks at Gale and just sighs into his breath. She still sounds so annoying and full of herself, and he hates it. He crosses his arms as he looked at Gale
"Leave us alone."
"I'm working on this investigation too, Deputy Riley" Gale says with a self-assured smirk. Behind her walks Detective Kincaid.
"Working on the investigation? No you're not, Gale." Dewey replies, "You're a reporter, not a cop. Go away and let us do our jobs. You should have more respect and not be so self-centered." Dewey sighs in his breath. "You're just someone who looks for some news stories to write a couple of articles about. If you were on the case, we'd probably be better off having no one working on it" he mutters, rolling his eyes. He just doesn't like her trying to get into business when she shouldn't, and he is not afraid of letting it be known.
"Wow… That wasn't the welcome I was expecting." Detective Kinkaid says with a hint of sarcasm in his voice. "I've been sent from the Hollywood Police Department to further the investigation on Maureen's Prescott case. We've been in contact through mail." he says, extending his hand to Dewey. "Detective Kinkaid."
Dewey looked back to see Detective Kinkaid enter the scene along with Gale. He quickly shook Kinkaid's hand.
"You're here for the investigation, huh?"He then turns back to Gale. "But what are you here for? To write a couple of articles about how you solved another mystery before the police did?"
"Dewey, please…" Gale says, rolling her eyes.
"Miss Weathers has been working with us in the investigation. She's been useful so far…" Detective Kinkaid tries to explain. "That's why I decided she would come with me. I thought you have worked together before…" he lets his question hang in the air.
"We have" Gale says, a little smile on her face. "Come on, Dewey. Let's join forces like last time, remember."
Dewey sighs while sitting in his chair. He does not understand why these people have to come to his police station and disturb him and his work. He crosses his arms as he looks back and forth between the both of them.
"She was helpful?" Dewey rolled his eyes and gave her a sarcastic smirk. "I doubt that. She's just a reporter who's always wanting more information so she can write more articles about the case, and her big time ego doesn't help her to stop being so annoying."
Dewey is getting really annoyed. He wanted to have a good working investigation without having to deal with someone like Gale.
Kinkaid is a little taken aback by Deputy Riley's attitude. He had thought, by the way, Gale talked about him, that they were friends, but it was clearly a misconception.
"Wait a moment" Sidney says, standing up with a confused expression on her face. "My mother's case was already solved five years ago. What do you mean about Maureen's Prescott case?" She asks, looking at the three of them.
"Sid, there's a possible connection between your mother's case and these recent murders. The killer has been leaving photographs of your mother at the crime scenes" Dewey says. "It's not clear the motive yet why, but we are looking into it." Dewey looks at Gale with a frustrated look. "Now it's clear why she's here," Dewey says sarcastically. "she's probably writing a book about it."
Sidney's shocked expression becomes more sad and angry.
"You found pictures of my mother in the seven cases before my father, and… you didn't warn us?" Her voice sounds disappointed.
"I wanted to protect you." Dewey says quietly. He can tell she was upset about everything that was happening. He really feels bad for her and just wants to help her in any way that he can. "I should have told you" Dewey says quietly as he looks away. "I'm sorry," he sighs into the air as he looks back at Sidney."We're going to bring this bastard to the most severe punishment that we can. He will pay for what he did to your family."
Sidney feels devastated. There's a part of her that thinks that if she and her father knew about the murder spree being related to her mother, they could have left the city and avoided her father's death. But there's also a part of her that knows she won't be safe running away. It appears that the killer has decided to prove a point.
"Is it…" her voice shakes, but she tries not to start crying again. "Is it Billy again?" She asks, looking at Dewey's eyes directly. "Are the rumors true after all?"
Dewey looks at Sidney and it is clear in his eyes that he is worried about her. She has been through so much already, and he doesn't want her to go through anymore.
"We have no solid evidence of his return" He says, shaking his head. "But if I'm being honest, all the facts are pointing in that direction." he looks away sadly."I'm sorry, Sidney… I really am."
"We know he's been in Woodsboro" says Gale interrupting Dewey. "His father confirmed Billy was at his door around a month ago." There's a small smirk on her face, her eyes looking at Dewey, an eyebrow raised.
Dewey looks back to Gale with a hint of rage in his eyes.
"And how would you know that?" he says angrily. Clearly, he isn't all that happy about her trying to interfere in the case. She had no right to be asking questions about it, and she knows that. She is getting on his nerves. "This is police business. I don't understand why you think you need to know anything."
"You would be surprised how willing people are to talk when you're not a cop." Gale smirks, her face close to Dewey's.
"He and her new wife confirmed it days ago," Kinkaid says. "Sidney, I'm truly sorry there's been some negligence in the investigation of this case. But I assure you, this won't happen again."
Dewey's eyes grow in shock. All along, he denied the possibility of Billy's return. For him to even be here, after so many years… It is almost like the start of a bad joke. He doesn't want to believe it.
Dewey let out a sigh as Kinkaid apologized for the "negligence". He isn't sure he is completely satisfied with the apology, but he tries to keep his feelings to himself. He knows how much he and his boys had worked to try to track down this Ghostface killer and the fact that Kinkaid has the audacity to say that they were being negligent frustrates him. He looks over to Gale who clearly seems happy that she already knows everything.
"Well, now I guess we're all on the same page" he says, looking back at Gale and Kinkaid. "We all know who did this, and that is all we care about."He looked at Kinkaid. "We need to arrest this man soon."
"Wait a moment" Sidney says angry, now tears falling down her face. "He has been a whole month under our noses and no one knew?" There was a hint of incredulity in her voice too. She rubbed her hands into her hair, anxious. "I can't believe it."
Dewey looks at Sidney, the sadness on her face hurts him. He really wants to take her into his arms and tell her everything would be okay, but he knows it just wouldn't be. He sighs into the air, feeling a little upset.
"I'm sorry, Sidney. Like Kinkaid said, there has been a bit of negligence" Dewey says quietly. "I wish it had never happened, too. But the important thing is that we can stop this psycho now and bring him to justice,"he says, trying to sound more encouraging.
"Can I see the pictures, Deputy Riley?" Gale asks, interrupting again. "I'm sure Sidney would want to see them too. She could have some input on that."
Kinkaid rubs his face, a bit annoyed at Gale's indifference. It is clear to him that Sidney needs a break from this news to compose herself.
Dewey lets out a sigh as Kinkaid looks upset. He is frustrated with Gale too. The situation is hard enough on Sidney, she really doesn't need Gale making it harder, trying to get the details of the case.
"I think Sidney has dealt with enough today" He looks over to Sidney with a concerned face. "If she wants to see the pictures, she can see them later. I would rather not stress her out more than she already is." Dewey looks back at Gale with an annoyed face. "Why are you so interested in this?"
Gale shrugs and looks away, crossing her arms.
"Should we put an alert on this Billy Loomis?" asks Kinkaid, relieved that Gale and Deputy Riley are done with their bantering. "And give Sidney personal protection?"
Dewey let this comment sink in. He was silent for a moment. He looked up at Kinkaid.
"I think those are both good notions, Kinkaid. Sidney really does deserve a break from all of this, so putting custody for her is a good idea. We really do need to put an alert on Billy Loomis too. The more eyes looking for him, the better."
"I really think she should see the pictures. Why would Billy kill seven random people and leave photos of her mother if it wasn't for her to see?" Insists Gale, getting closer into Dewey's personal space again. "It has to have some meaning to her."
Dewey looks at Gale and just sighs in annoyance. He really doesn't want to make Sidney even more upset than she already was.
"I know it might make sense to show her the pictures. But I would rather not add any more stress to her or make her feel even more scared" Dewey says in a lower voice. "We can discuss the pictures later but, for now, I need to give her a moment to settle. It's just too soon for that. And what is wrong with you?" Dewey says angrily as he takes a step back from Gale. "I cannot believe you have the audacity to get into someone's personal space like this."He lets out a sigh as he rubs his forehead. She is so annoying. How is she so good at getting on his nerves?
Gale sighs, giving up for the moment.
"Do you want me to make you company?" Gale asks Sidney, now in a more soft and comforting voice.
Sidney looks back at Gale as her eyes fill with tears once again. Her eyes are filled with sadness as she looks away. She is hurt, traumatized and just doesn't know what to do. She doesn't really make eye contact with Gale or anyone.
"I'd like that" she quietly says.
Dewey looks at Sidney and tries to give her a reassuring and understanding look. He feels bad for her but, at the end of the day, it's his job to protect her now.
"Why don't you two go for a walk while Deputy Riley and I talk more about the case?" Kinkaid says, looking at Gale. "We can have a couple of officials following you, just as a precaution." He looks at Dewey waiting for his answer.
Dewey looks over to Kinkaid, thinking about what he just suggested. He figures it is probably one of the best things that they could do.
"That sounds like a good plan," Dewey says. "We need to keep Sidney safe while we investigate this situation."
Dewey nods at Kinkaid and looks over to Sidney.
"Do you want to go for a walk?" he asks her, trying to be as comforting and reassuring as he can. A few officers went off to follow Sydney immediately and keep an eye on her.
Sidney nods, not really paying attention to any of this, that image of her father gutted in her house still fresh in her head. Gale walked with her outside the office, not without giving Dewey a smirk.
Gale's comments and smugness really start to get to him. He hates how she had somehow ended up being a part of the police investigation. He thinks she is just a hindrance and not an asset. Not only that, but he really doesn't want to have to work with her but, unfortunately, there is nothing he could do about it.
Sidney doesn't really seem to hear him either, which is completely understandable. She is dealing with far too much and it breaks his heart to see her like this. She really doesn't deserve any of this.
Once both are outside the room, Kinkaid takes a seat.
"What a mess" he says to Dewey, rubbing his face. "Should we interrogate Billy Loomis's father officially?"
Dewey looks over to Kinkaid and shrugs his shoulders.
"We don't have any reason to believe he knows anything about these murders" he says, shaking his head. "But if you think it's the right thing to do, then go ahead."
He doesn't really want to put Billy's father into any more stress or discomfort, but he doesn't want the investigation to be harder than it needs to be so, if Kinkaid thinks it is a good idea, then he is probably right.
"If he saw him recently, he could help us do a more recent portrait. I suppose the pictures you have of this guy are from five years ago? " Kinkaid brushes his hair away from his face. "Is there any possibility that he could be hiding his son?"
Dewey nods his head after hearing Kinkaid's suggestion. That was a good point. Billy might have changed his appearance significantly over the past years, so asking about that might be helpful.
"You're absolutely right," he says, "it could be worth looking into."
The more Dewey thinks about it, the more he is sure that talking to Billy's father could give them another piece of the puzzle.
At that moment Dewey remembers the anonymous call they got weeks ago denouncing having seen Billy Loomis leaving Stu Macher's house. They had already searched the house and talked to Stu immediately, but back then he thought it was all a rumor from the press because of the production of Stab 2. But now, he couldn't leave anything out of suspicion.
Dewey let this suggestion sink in and thought about this for a few moments. He hadn't really put much weight on the anonymous call before but, now, it seemed more important than ever.
"Actually, we did get an anonymous call weeks ago denouncing a sighting of Billy at Stu Macher's house." Dewey says "We searched the house back then and didn't find anything, but maybe we should revisit that. It could all be a coincidence but, these days, everything is suspicious." Dewey thinks about it some more. "I think we should go back and talk to Stu again."
"Fine." Detective Kinkaid says, nodding. "We got a lot to do then. We better start now."
Dewey nods. It is a lot to do and it will be a long night but, for Sidney and the town of Woodsboro, he does not mind that one bit if it means getting a step closer to the Ghostface killer.
"Alright, let's get this show on the road" he says. "We'll start with Billy's father and then go to Stu's house."
Stu's eyes widen a little bit as he sees who is on the screen and the headline that's being read, but he recovers quickly. He puts a hand on Billy's shoulder and says: "We gotta get back to the hotel. " He pauses for a moment and he speaks in a softer tone, trying to sound more affectionate and reassuring. "We can watch the news later."
Billy just nods, becoming aware that they're in a public place. Billy follows him with a blank expression on his face. There's no way Stu can read how he's reacting to this news.
Stu wonders if this murder is related to the recent killing spree in Woodsboro, if the kidnapper had mentioned at some point the Prescott family to Billy when he had him. But Stu needs to ask those questions alone.
Stu enters the hotel room, and he is just standing there with his arms crossed. He sighs, and then he looks over at Billy and speaks in a serious, yet calm tone.
"Billy… I'm going to ask you a serious question." he looks at Billy. "Will you tell me the truth?" He pauses for a moment, and then he speaks again. "Did you know anything about this? Did you know and did you not tell me anything? " He sighs. " Just… Just tell me the truth."
"What do you mean by knowing anything about this?" Billy asks, in a low, neutral voice. He does stay standing beside the door, looking at Stu for an answer. He doesn't look nervous or anxious at all. "What is 'this'?"
Stu looks at Billy for a moment, and he speaks in a more firm tone.
"Did you know about what happened to Sidney's father? "he waits for Billy's answer, so he can continue asking his questions. " Did you know that he was killed? "he pauses for a moment and he sighs. " Just tell me the truth. I already know the answer… But I want to hear it from your mouth. I'm gonna give you only one more chance." he pauses again. " So, are you going to tell me the truth? " He crosses his arms again.
"Yeah, I knew. That was what he was doing when you found me in the park…" Billy says in a low, neutral voice. "He was supposed to come back for me... Are you surprised or what?" Billy asks, the blank expression on his face interrupted with a frown.
Stu looks at Billy with slight shock. He doesn't know what to say. It feels like all the air was sucked from him. He takes a few steps back into the hotel room and he crosses his arms to defend himself. He sighs, and then he speaks with the same tone he had before.
"I am… surprised. "he swallows. " But why didn't you tell me this sooner? "he pauses for a moment. " I mean… It's quite important, wouldn't you say?"
Billy steps in front of Stu.
"Because I didn't give a shit." Billy says, looking straight into Stu's eyes, a cold look on his own. "What? You think I should have stopped him from killing Sidney's dad?" he raises his eyebrow and steps closer. "She killed my mother," he says, gritting his teeth.
Stu is a little taken aback by Billy's sudden aggressiveness. He takes a few tiny steps back again, and he puts his guard up. He doesn't like where this is going. He stares at Billy, not responding to his question. He knows that he might say something he might regret. He doesn't respond… but he does his best to calm himself. He tries to think of something to defuse the situation.
"Hey, listen… "he takes a deep breath" Why don't we go and sit down to talk? You know… like two adults. What do you say?"
Stu waits for Billy to respond. He waits… and then he speaks again.
"Come on… "he motions Billy with his hands and his head to sit down. "Let's talk." His speech is warm and friendly, but he stays with his arms crossed, just so Billy knows that he's ready to defend himself from Billy's attacks. " And I need to ask you some questions. "He waits for Billy to sit down and he gives Billy an encouraging and reassuring smile. "Ok?"
Billy keeps looking into Stu's eyes for a moment, his eyes troubled. He doesn't move from his place and doesn't attempt to sit down in the bed.
"You really think I was in a position to play the hero." He says. It's not a question, it's an assertion. "And now you're scared of me…" he raises an eyebrow and chortles. "That's unexpected."
Stu feels his heart starting to pound, and he tries his best to seem calm, he doesn't want Billy to know how scared he feels. Even more, he doesn't want Billy to sense that he fears him. He doesn't sit down either, for the same reason. He takes a deep breath, and he speaks in a firm and calm tone, but his voice breaks a little near the end.
"You think I'm scared of you? Do you think I'm scared? Billy…?" he says as he tries to contain his anger. "Why would you think that?"
Billy stares at him with an incredulous expression for a moment , a small smile appears on his face. Then he puts his hand on Stu's crossed arms, trying to separate them with a light, careful touch.
"This." Then he puts his palm on Stu's chest, sensing his heart beating fast. "And this." He looks at Stu's eyes all the time. "I have no intention to hurt you." he says in a calm, soft voice.
Stu takes many deep breaths and he tries with all his might to calm himself down. He sighs very slowly, and he speaks in a much more calm and friendly tone.
"Ok… Ok, ok… I know. I know. "he looks at his arms, and then he looks back at Billy. He smiles and he uncrosses his arms. He tries to focus on Billy's face, but he ends up staring at Billy's mouth for a moment before quickly looking away. "I'm sorry… "he sighs" You're probably right. I am just a little… concerned."
Billy lowers his hand and steps away, now walking to the bed and sitting down.
"Happy?" He asks, trying not to smirk at all. He shakes his head and stares at the ground, biting his lower lip. His shoulders relax a little bit.
Stu follows Billy, and he sits down close to him. He starts looking really nervous, and his heart starts pounding as he starts wondering what Billy might be thinking. Stu takes another deep breath. He starts wringing his hands a little bit as he tries to calm down.
Stu follows Billy, and he sits down close to him. He starts looking really nervous and his heart starts pounding as he starts wondering what Billy might be thinking. Stu takes another deep breath. He starts wringing his hands a little bit as he tries to calm down.
He also gets a little embarrassed when he realizes he was just staring at Billy's mouth like an idiot. He tries his best to not make this any more awkward. He smiles, but his expression is clearly not normal.
" Sorry about all this. It's… well, I'm just a little… stressed at the moment."
"Yeah, me too," Billy murmurs, sighing. He's still lost in his thoughts for a moment, not looking at Stu at all. He then sighs again and drops on the bed, rubbing his hair out of his face.
"I didn't guess you would show up at the park at that moment" he says in a low voice, his gaze fixed on a point on the ceiling. "I thought I was going back to the same…"
Stu watches Billy for a long moment. He looks at him with the most sincere eyes he has ever had on his face, and then he speaks.
"Would you like to tell me what happened there?" he asks in a gentle voice as he stares at Billy kindly. " Do you want to tell me? Do you wanna talk about it?" he smiles again, and he waits for Billy for a few seconds" I think you might feel better… after that."
"I don't think so…" Billy whispers.
Stu is taken aback by Billy's honest response. He wasn't expecting it, and it really hit him hard. He doesn't know what else to say, so he just sighs. He stares at Billy in silence for a few seconds and he looks around the room instead. He clears his throat while he speaks again, this time with a different tone.
"Ok, ok. We don't… we don't have to talk about that." Stu looks towards Billy again and he smiles. "Can we just… have a regular conversation? "he sighs" Do you think that's possible?"
Billy looks at him, as if becoming aware of the present.
"Talk …talk…" he chuckles. "You can't live without a conversation, uh?"
Stu chuckles also.
"Yes, I'm afraid that is true. I'm one of those people that is always talking, and it would be so… uncomfortable if I didn't use my mouth for an extended period of time." he laughs. " How about you? Is talking a must for you too?"
Billy sits up again and raises one eyebrow.
"You can use your mouth for other things than talking," he says. He stays silent for a moment, looking at Stu's eyes directly. Then he licks his lip and says. "Or let it rest for once." And he smirks.
Stu feels his face turn red. His cheeks turn red… and his skin becomes warmer. He looks at Billy speechless for a moment. He stares at Billy for another few seconds, just to think of his response. He raises one of his eyebrows, slightly smiling.
"What did you mean by that? What other things could you use your mouth for? " His tone is a little more playful than before.
Billy raises both eyebrows comically.
"Eating, drinking, whistling, yawning, snoring, screaming, licking, biting, kissing…" he narrows his eyes. "Why are you red, Stu? What were you thinking?"
Stu is very embarrassed to see Billy staring at him with such an intense stare, and it's even more embarrassing when Billy keeps listing those things out loud. He clears his throat again.
"Eating and drinking and screaming and…" he takes a deep breath as he struggles to keep a straight face. He sighs with a small smile. "I mean… it's just… " he chuckles, and he feels his face turning even redder, if possible. "Are… are you flirting with me?
"You're such an idiot, Stu," Billy says, frowning. "If I were flirting I would have listed growling, begging, moaning…" he smirks wider. "But I didn't, did I?"
Stu chuckles once again.
"Growling? Begging? Moaning? "he raises his eyebrows. "Ok… now you got me curious! " Stu laughs a little bit. " What the hell do you use your mouth for? " He starts laughing a little more and he can't stop doing that because now he starts picturing all the things Billy said before. " What the hell, Billy? "he laughs, again. "What are you doing to your mouth? "he starts laughing even more" Do you want to traumatize me? Oh, God.…"
"I… What?" Billy's eyes wide and mouth hangs open for a second, then he starts laughing genuinely. "Okay, that was smart." he admits, now shaking his head and looking down.
Stu laughs loudly and genuinely, too… and it's all because of Billy's reaction. It takes him a minute to calm down, but he still has a big smile on his face.
"Hey… you know?" He raises one of his eyebrows. " You are so easy to be teased... " he smiles. " I'm sorry. I couldn't help myself. " He motions to Billy to come closer. " Come on… Come here. " He puts his arm around Billy's shoulder" Listen. I am so sorry. It's my bad, "he sighs. " You deserve an apology."
"Laughing could be on the list too" Billy says, now putting his bangs out of his face. "That was fun," he smirks. "And smart. I was sure as hell you wouldn't be able to come back at all."
Stu smiles at Billy's statement about laughing, and he nods in agreement. He still has his arm around Billy's shoulder. He starts laughing again… he thinks it's so endearing, seeing the way Billy puts his bangs out of his face. For a few seconds, Stu doesn't have anything to say. He just stares at Billy with a kind look in his eyes, in a sweet and tender way. Hay smiles.
" You're so…" he starts saying with genuine affection but stops himself. " Can I tell you something?"
Billy thinks for a moment, not looking up.
"What is it?" He asks, uneasy.
"You're adorable when you blush." he says in a soft and sweet tone, and he says it with sincerity. "You're so freaking adorable." he smiles and he squeezes Billy's arm. "I mean, look at you."he chuckles. " This is gonna sound so cheesy, but my heart stops a little bit every time you do the bang thing."
"I don't blush." Billy says, smirking. He looks up at Stu's eyes defiantly. "The color of your face when I said moaning couldn't have been more red." he says, his face getting a little closer.
Stu raises both his eyebrows and he smiles.
" Are you sure? Are you really sure? " His eyebrows remain raised and gives Billy a knowing look as well. "Your whole face has been red this entire time, Billy." he chuckles again. And then he gets a little bit closer to Billy's face. "I bet that your entire body is red too right now." he looks at Billy in a teasing way. " Isn't it?" He keeps looking at Billy's eyes.
Billy inclines his head to the side, studying Stu's face for a moment. He shrugs his shoulders.
"I don't know," he says in a barely audible voice. "Do you want to guess or do you want to see?"
Stu can't stop smiling.
" Why are you offering?" he looks at Billy in amusement. He knows that Billy is flirting with him, no doubt. " Why… Why would we do that, Billy?" Stu's smile becomes even more tender, and it's as if all his affection for Billy had just doubled. "Do you… want me to see all of you, Billy? " He whispers as he gets a little closer.
Billy frowns, his eyes look hurt for a moment, but he quickly hides it in a cold gaze.
"I'm not offering anything, I'm just asking a question" he says in a stern voice. He stands up and goes for his backpack, takes out the bandage roll and tape, and goes into the bathroom without saying a word.
Notes: Thank you for reading and of course for leaving a comment. Those make my day ️