[ Billy catches the wince, and brings his hand up to rub - and cover - his mouth before he can really think about it. He hopes, again, that nobody from home shows up to see them before he can fix them. It's a selfish thought, and instead of dwelling on it he settles down beside Davesprite to pull out his own tablet.
He looks sideways, speculative, but doesn't ask about the sunglasses. ]
-Yeah. That'd be great.
[ For lack of anything emotional to talk about, Billy tilts his head to get a glimpse of Davesprite's book cover. ]
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He looks sideways, speculative, but doesn't ask about the sunglasses. ]
-Yeah. That'd be great.
[ For lack of anything emotional to talk about, Billy tilts his head to get a glimpse of Davesprite's book cover. ]