Once more, Goody is amazing Billy down to his core. He's offering to him something no other Alpha would. Treating him as no other Alpha would. Even affected as he must be by the pheromones and by the clouds of hormones in his mind. He remembers that Billy hates 'mates'. He apologizes. He offers to stand away from the door while Billy gets the water he so desperately needs. There's no one else in the world like Goodnight Robicheaux. And, for the first time, that seems to mean something it hadn't before.
Billy hesitates for a moment before going to fetch the key he'd hidden, before. He wraps the robe around himself tighter, one hand still holding the knife. Unable to let it go. He fits the key into the lock but leaves it there, not turned. His eye goes to the hole. The one where Goodnight had stroked his nose like a parent might with a scared child. Like he might, during one of Goodnight's worse dreams. His gaze is wild as it swings around, trying to find his friend on the other side.
"How many Omega have you been around in their heat?" He is cutting right to the chase, avoiding all the euphemisms civilized folk put on it. 'Season', 'Time', 'Indisposition'. "Have you, before? You're...controlling yourself better than most. Is that because there's wood between us? Or...can you control yourself?"
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Date: 2016-11-23 04:23 am (UTC)Billy hesitates for a moment before going to fetch the key he'd hidden, before. He wraps the robe around himself tighter, one hand still holding the knife. Unable to let it go. He fits the key into the lock but leaves it there, not turned. His eye goes to the hole. The one where Goodnight had stroked his nose like a parent might with a scared child. Like he might, during one of Goodnight's worse dreams. His gaze is wild as it swings around, trying to find his friend on the other side.
"How many Omega have you been around in their heat?" He is cutting right to the chase, avoiding all the euphemisms civilized folk put on it. 'Season', 'Time', 'Indisposition'. "Have you, before? You're...controlling yourself better than most. Is that because there's wood between us? Or...can you control yourself?"