There were a multitude of things that Billy could come up with and say, but they all get stuck. "Munson at least doesn't have shit taste in music. Buckley'll stick up for me maybe. Gladio's my teacher. Radley's nobody. Tommy... I guess he's a friend." Better than how Billy viewed most people.
He thinks back in the last week or so - it's hard to tell when you're pushed under your own consciousness in your head - in Hawkins. Before he was brought here. The pain of the sun on his skin. Seeing Max through the sauna room window. Seeing that strange girl before what Billy knew was the end. He doesn't remember seeing any of the other teens that were his age.
He knows what the problem is rooted in. Billy can't admit it out-loud. That no one his age even noticed anything was wrong, and he had been all alone then, too.
Billy shudders, thinking of that flayer that was waiting outside in the gates, how it tracked him down here from the mall. "That thing... in the gate. It's here to finish what the aliens saved me from."
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He thinks back in the last week or so - it's hard to tell when you're pushed under your own consciousness in your head - in Hawkins. Before he was brought here. The pain of the sun on his skin. Seeing Max through the sauna room window. Seeing that strange girl before what Billy knew was the end. He doesn't remember seeing any of the other teens that were his age.
He knows what the problem is rooted in. Billy can't admit it out-loud. That no one his age even noticed anything was wrong, and he had been all alone then, too.
Billy shudders, thinking of that flayer that was waiting outside in the gates, how it tracked him down here from the mall. "That thing... in the gate. It's here to finish what the aliens saved me from."