They're both icky. Billy doesn't want to think about what the clumps are when he washes them out of his hair later. Hopefully later today and not in a week. He doesn't know if he can handle this for an entire week or something, now that he thinks about it.

"Doesn't mean I'm not going to get upset about it." Billy actually doesn't want people hurt on his account. But he's used to trying to fight his own battles, or weathering out the storm of them. It's just so weird having someone willing to be side-by-side with him for it. "Then go break the thing. Just make sure you fucking come back. Even if you comeback so I can drag you to wherever the medical team is bunkering down."