[ Tommy repeats and he doesn't respond. His eyes turning downwards as his jaw sets is the only answer. And this, in itself, is really answer enough. His heart hammers and his mind races: with his own thoughts. With the thoughts of a brother who feels like his brother, in the way only some lifeline of magick can, even if the details aren't adding up. Even is thoughts don't line up to the events of Earth or even - ]
You blew up a school?
[ He breaks out, after a moment, blinking at him. That sounds bizarre, but maybe so does reading your brother's mind out of the blue. There's a lot of weird things going on. Where Tommy tries not to think about it, William (he is still William) cannot stop thinking about it. ]
[ You're Billy and that's short for William. It's right. It's such a laughably easy way to look at it, but his eyes continue to sting. His stomach rolls. He can't describe that William - the original William Kaplan is dead. That whatever happened he - Billy? - took over his body. That he'd built up a facade of who William was and lived as it day after day for his parents, because otherwise he'd have to try do something like... what? He's some bodysnatcher who isn't their son. It'd hurt them, it'd hurt him. ]
[ He only knows how to be William; Billy as he was or who he is was buried for the witchcraft loving fanboy from a good home that was a good kid. He can't say that, even now, even to the person who feels so intrinsically important that he can't look at him. Connecting the pieces of William and Billy being the same simply wasn't where the puzzle was at yet (because this a TDM afterall). ]
I know the important part, you're my brother. [ He agrees out loud, even if he struggles to agree with the rest. He wipes at an eye with his free hand and almost laughs, the small smile tentative as he breathes out: ]
There's no ass to kick. Unfortunately. It was a car crash. Wanda had a town under her control and we were driving home... My parents got distracted watching the spell go in itself and lost control over the car.
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You blew up a school?
[ He breaks out, after a moment, blinking at him. That sounds bizarre, but maybe so does reading your brother's mind out of the blue. There's a lot of weird things going on. Where Tommy tries not to think about it, William (he is still William) cannot stop thinking about it. ]
[ You're Billy and that's short for William. It's right. It's such a laughably easy way to look at it, but his eyes continue to sting. His stomach rolls. He can't describe that William - the original William Kaplan is dead. That whatever happened he - Billy? - took over his body. That he'd built up a facade of who William was and lived as it day after day for his parents, because otherwise he'd have to try do something like... what? He's some bodysnatcher who isn't their son. It'd hurt them, it'd hurt him. ]
[ He only knows how to be William; Billy as he was or who he is was buried for the witchcraft loving fanboy from a good home that was a good kid. He can't say that, even now, even to the person who feels so intrinsically important that he can't look at him. Connecting the pieces of William and Billy being the same simply wasn't where the puzzle was at yet (because this a TDM afterall). ]
I know the important part, you're my brother. [ He agrees out loud, even if he struggles to agree with the rest. He wipes at an eye with his free hand and almost laughs, the small smile tentative as he breathes out: ]
There's no ass to kick. Unfortunately. It was a car crash. Wanda had a town under her control and we were driving home... My parents got distracted watching the spell go in itself and lost control over the car.