Once Mike was able to close his mouth, Billy reached into a pocket of the jacket he still wore and produced a handkercheif. With hit, he wiped at Mike's tears and the mess on his chin. There was nothing rough or rushed in his touch as he did it. It was tender and almost loving.
"Shh, don't talk, you've put a lot of strain on your throat." As if it were entirely Mike's doing.
Slowly, he let go of Mike's head, and moved around behind him again. Carefully, he unclipped each of the cuffs. And once the support was removed, he helped ease Mike to the floor. The wrist cuffs were connected to each other, in front of the man. And with that done, he set to unfastening the cuffs around his ankles.
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Date: 2015-08-10 11:11 am (UTC)"Shh, don't talk, you've put a lot of strain on your throat." As if it were entirely Mike's doing.
Slowly, he let go of Mike's head, and moved around behind him again. Carefully, he unclipped each of the cuffs. And once the support was removed, he helped ease Mike to the floor. The wrist cuffs were connected to each other, in front of the man. And with that done, he set to unfastening the cuffs around his ankles.