"We'll get you taken care of." Clothes, sure. And he'd make sure Bill got treated properly, he was sure he could do that tonight before sleeping even. A neighbour was bound to have what they needed and be happy to take care of him.
"We're going to Cardiff." He'd never been, but he'd casually scoped out some property he might be interested in. "It's somehow become the place to be."
Cardiff? Really? Well, he'd never been to Wales before, at least it was interesting. "The Welsh have good rugby players." Was all Bill could think to add before he got up, walking over to his discarded joggers so he could pull out his cigarettes. He sat back down and pulled one out, putting it in his mouth and fumbling to find his lighter too.
"Going for work or pleasure?" He asked with the cigarette between his lips, just curious why they had to go all the way to Cardiff.
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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"We're going to Cardiff." He'd never been, but he'd casually scoped out some property he might be interested in. "It's somehow become the place to be."
He didn't get it fully himself.
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"Going for work or pleasure?" He asked with the cigarette between his lips, just curious why they had to go all the way to Cardiff.
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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.