Nope. He's already had a meltdown about it that people had to help him through it. There might be a broken glass in the kitchen he'll have to clean up later. Billy can't remember and it's not important right this second.

"Yeah? Well they're sneaky bastards. Don't want you to get caught. Might ruin that speedy rep of yours." Billy listens, frowning. He has no idea what Tommy's talking about, but it also strangely makes sense. He thinks of an open window and the frame of it.

The axe shifts in his hands as adjusts the weight of it. "I...I don't know shit about them. Maybe one of the other Hawkins people knows something. Maybe they figured out something after I—" Billy doesn't finish that sentence. "Think we should guard the gate or just keep picking these little bastards off around the city? Like a patrol?"