Of course he worries about it. Billy knows just how he ended up with his mother abandoning him. But there were differences. He'd been older and known her better before she left. And there had been Neil. If one thing had always been clear, it was that Steve Harrington was most definitely not like Neil Hargrove.
But when Steve brings up 'being in town more often' Billy shudders. Clearly that's not something he's thought of at all.
"No. No I can't do that. Being here is... hard enough. Don't know that I'll even sleep properly tonight. Didn't sleep well last night. And it's not like the little firecracker even lives in Hawkins at this point. I need... I need the sea and the sun to feel sane, Steve. I can't be where there's cold. I can't do long nights. I need to feel warmth baked into my skin, I need to be able to retreat to the waves. Some days it feels like it's the only thing keeping me sane. Like the art isn't enough."
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But when Steve brings up 'being in town more often' Billy shudders. Clearly that's not something he's thought of at all.
"No. No I can't do that. Being here is... hard enough. Don't know that I'll even sleep properly tonight. Didn't sleep well last night. And it's not like the little firecracker even lives in Hawkins at this point. I need... I need the sea and the sun to feel sane, Steve. I can't be where there's cold. I can't do long nights. I need to feel warmth baked into my skin, I need to be able to retreat to the waves. Some days it feels like it's the only thing keeping me sane. Like the art isn't enough."