(Me who may or may not have forgotten about the fake baby and my first thought was; Lyrin: Oh, I left her in my locker—)
(Me who may or may not have woken in the middle of the night to write more than half of this and then passed out in my desk chair— somehow? I dunno-)
Lyrin was quiet for a long moment, mildly disappointed. He felt slightly hurt, and he had no clue why, that Billy didn’t feel anything other than detachment from him. And only saw everything as an opportunity to use Lyrin for his own gain. THe feeling blooming in his chest, causing a twinge of pain, was the fact that LYrin had always believed his first time would be special. That it would be something to blow his mind, and treasure for the rest of his life, even if he no longer saw the person he had been with. But now, all it was was something he wanted to forget. And the fact that it had meant nothing to Billy except a quick, good fuck, made Lyrin realize that, no matter what he saw in people, some would just not care.
At Billy’s comment on Lyrin not complaining, Lyrins gaze shut down, those green eyes, usually open and soft, or at least showing some emotion went blank, “How could I complain where you’re using the the littéral survval of my family against me? If I don’t do what you want, you’ll start taking the money I do have, and I’ll have to watch as my little brothers starve and then get taken away from me because they aren’t getting taken care of. So sorry if it seems like I’m a perfectly willing participant in your sick game. But I’m not. I’m doing what I think is best for my family based on what I know about you.” He doesn’t move away from Billy’s touch, though it felt like it burned him, as if Billy’s touch was fire. His gaze locked on the other’s face, his eyes searching for a moment before he blows out a breath.
He nods, and stands after a moment, setting the small basket with the baby doll in it beside Billy, “Here.” He mumbles, and then sets the bag that came with her down.
”The bottle, spare diapers and stuff are in here.“ He sighs softly, running his hand down his face, a tired look gracing his delicate features before vanishing a heartbeat later. He was so tired. He looks at Billy, “I’ll see you later. Don’t get pissed if I don’t reply to your texts, I have prior arrangements.”
He looks at Billy for a moment, and the words he’d growled into Lyrin’s ear in the storage closet rang back to him ‘You’re all mine’. He shudders slightly, turning to start asking away, his mind whirring slightly. A confusion of emotions as he tried to sort through them.
(Pfft, don’t tell me Lyrin’s thinking about finding someone to pretend to be his bf JUST to see Billy’s reaction-)
