( he’s starting to understand where the dates comment had come from. loki’s gotten—abnormally clingy in the amount of time between now and when he’d last seen him. to billy, the difference is definitely noticeable; less than two weeks ago, loki was twelve..ish, physically. he was yelling about breakfast meats and waving his arms around stupidly to distract them, pulling nonsense out of nowhere. now he’s grabbing onto billy, holding him close, intertwining their fingers and clinging on tight. his face twists into an unpleasant expression when he’s dragged in, but there’s no struggle, no voiced words telling loki to fuck off.
which means he’s fine as he is. if billy wanted him off, he’d get loki off of him. )
I’m not your backup witch. ( but he’s pointing the remote to the television, turning it on and sifting through the menu to find netflix and open it up, idly browsing through a few of the categories. ) Any preferences?
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which means he’s fine as he is. if billy wanted him off, he’d get loki off of him. )
I’m not your backup witch. ( but he’s pointing the remote to the television, turning it on and sifting through the menu to find netflix and open it up, idly browsing through a few of the categories. ) Any preferences?