There it was again, that voice that was nice and calm. Casual, like they were talking about the weather. Mike wanted to punch Billy now, more than ever. Mostly because it was right. It was all right and they both knew it, even though Mike refused to believe it.
He doesn't fight the wrist cuffs--mostly because he physically can't, and the weight of Billy is keeping him firm and unable to rock back with how he's doing it.
"I'm not a junkie," He manages, trying to keep his voice calm. "I told you, it just helps. You prey on those kind of fucks, and I'm not your type, Colin. You know it."
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Date: 2015-07-29 05:30 am (UTC)He doesn't fight the wrist cuffs--mostly because he physically can't, and the weight of Billy is keeping him firm and unable to rock back with how he's doing it.
"I'm not a junkie," He manages, trying to keep his voice calm. "I told you, it just helps. You prey on those kind of fucks, and I'm not your type, Colin. You know it."