[ They did. If Billy did more than wander through emotions and surface thoughts, he’d know that, but right now it’s the furthest thing from Tommy’s mind.
He’s always had the safety of his own head. No one gets to know anything Tommy doesn’t want to tell them. It’s the only thing that’s been completely his to control and now it’s just - not. Just casually. No just accidentally, no heads up, like Tommy’s thoughts are so trivial that he doesn’t merit a courtesy warning before getting violated. ]
You could if you wanted to. You think it’s easy to stay slow for the rest of you? Control doesn’t just happen.
[ The hand barely touching Billy’s starts to vibrate, and Tommy’s fingers slip through Billy’s, with nothing more than a warm tingle. The decision is snap, but deliberate. He needs to be out of range and doesn’t care if it takes forever to drift away. ]
I could’ve blown your hand off. I didn’t. You have to try, you idiot, because if you go around calling yourself a Maximoff, you don’t get the luxury of asking for understanding. They’re never going to trust you if you screw up.
[ The advice doesn’t stop. Billy can be anything he puts his mind to. If he woke up one day and wanted to know what people were thinking, instant telepath, and he’d never know what he’d done. Mind-reader or not, he’s Billy-shaped. ]
You don’t “think” I’m Tommy. Stop lying to yourself. You’re the one in my head, and I’m not the one mixed up about it. Look me in the face and tell me I’m not Tommy Shepherd. Or Maximoff. You can’t. Because I am and I’m not lying.
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He’s always had the safety of his own head. No one gets to know anything Tommy doesn’t want to tell them. It’s the only thing that’s been completely his to control and now it’s just - not. Just casually. No just accidentally, no heads up, like Tommy’s thoughts are so trivial that he doesn’t merit a courtesy warning before getting violated. ]
You could if you wanted to. You think it’s easy to stay slow for the rest of you? Control doesn’t just happen.
[ The hand barely touching Billy’s starts to vibrate, and Tommy’s fingers slip through Billy’s, with nothing more than a warm tingle. The decision is snap, but deliberate. He needs to be out of range and doesn’t care if it takes forever to drift away. ]
I could’ve blown your hand off. I didn’t. You have to try, you idiot, because if you go around calling yourself a Maximoff, you don’t get the luxury of asking for understanding. They’re never going to trust you if you screw up.
[ The advice doesn’t stop. Billy can be anything he puts his mind to. If he woke up one day and wanted to know what people were thinking, instant telepath, and he’d never know what he’d done. Mind-reader or not, he’s Billy-shaped. ]
You don’t “think” I’m Tommy. Stop lying to yourself. You’re the one in my head, and I’m not the one mixed up about it. Look me in the face and tell me I’m not Tommy Shepherd. Or Maximoff. You can’t. Because I am and I’m not lying.