That was a good question. Work or pleasure. Because he had to, because he wanted to. Because he needed to confess his love to Sam and prove him wrong in every single bloody point he'd made. "Don't smoke."
All right, so that was an order. But it wasn't as if smoking was good for Bill, so was it really so bad to tell him? He didn't see why. Barely counted.
"I'm going because I want to. So. Pleasure, I suppose. And I'll make sure it's pleasurable for you too, darling."
Bill put the cigarette aside without even noticing and just played with the lighter instead. "I'm sure it'll be pleasurable. I'm riding with an untouchable bloke that can do anything." And wasn't that just exciting. He smiled and then went back to his food, happily eating what he had from this place and wondering what Barty would do in Cardiff. Sight see, maybe?
"If nothing else, we can do a pub crawl."
So hey - Cardiff? The land of possibilities. Clearly.
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All right, so that was an order. But it wasn't as if smoking was good for Bill, so was it really so bad to tell him? He didn't see why. Barely counted.
"I'm going because I want to. So. Pleasure, I suppose. And I'll make sure it's pleasurable for you too, darling."
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"If nothing else, we can do a pub crawl."
So hey - Cardiff? The land of possibilities. Clearly.