"That's what I said. He was too small." Lingo from an era way past him, Billy definitely doesn't get what Tommy's saying. There's a slight huff.

Hurt by. That's an understatement. But Tommy didn't see how he looked when he got here, from open wounds to pink scarring. He leans against the axe, taking a breather where he can before more come out to try to get the pair of them. That scowl is still on his face, though it softens at Tommy saying he was sticking around. It's weird, hearing someone trying to be his friend, even though they talked about this already.

"Yeah? Because friends got each others back or some shit, right? I guess I could do that. Just figured you'd want to go through to take out that one that looks like the one from home."

The one he helped build, create, and unleash. The one he had been powerless to stop while being possessed. "And if you're my friend, I don't want you fucking hurt."

Because he doesn't have a lot of those here in the city. Or back home. Or...anywhere, really.