( billy hasn't been subtle about the way he watches loki, and he certainly isn't now. both feet raise up onto the edge of the bed after he sits down, knees pressed to his chest and arms wrapped around them as he keeps eyes on loki, watches armor and scalemaile fall with very thinly veiled interest. it's not until loki reaches for his pants that he turns his head, instead looks towards freyja's tank, chai raised to his mouth as he tries very hard not to focus on loki out of the corners of his eye.
a hand raises to his own cheek where the dried, bloody lightning bolts sit, palm pressed against it. ) I'll get it. C'mere.
( look he has a nice wash cloth in hand and everything, legs falling off the bed as he sits up. where did it come from? who knows. he's still very careful to keep his head turned away because. maybe loki hasn't gotten clothes on yet and that's a little Too Much for him right now. )
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a hand raises to his own cheek where the dried, bloody lightning bolts sit, palm pressed against it. ) I'll get it. C'mere.
( look he has a nice wash cloth in hand and everything, legs falling off the bed as he sits up. where did it come from? who knows. he's still very careful to keep his head turned away because. maybe loki hasn't gotten clothes on yet and that's a little Too Much for him right now. )