[ He laughs into the kiss. ] And where are those, pray tell. [ He knows the answer. At least he hopes he does. After a decade together, he still feels a surge of actual pride to think that somehow he still manages to be something that Billy can consider "finer". That the War and the West haven't fully take his Southern Class away. That he can be classy and elegant for Billy, if even only a little. He honestly thinks Billy deserves all the best in life and hates that he could never give him it.
Here and now, he can. He can at least try.
But that's for later. For now, all he needs to focus on is Billy. Billy's fingers on his buttons. Bill's mouth against his. His fingers shaking just slightly as he tries to undress the other man, just as eager to make certain that he's been unharmed, already preparing for the moment that Billy finds the bloody bandage on his arm.]
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Here and now, he can. He can at least try.
But that's for later. For now, all he needs to focus on is Billy. Billy's fingers on his buttons. Bill's mouth against his. His fingers shaking just slightly as he tries to undress the other man, just as eager to make certain that he's been unharmed, already preparing for the moment that Billy finds the bloody bandage on his arm.]