Stu loped away that time, shrinking obediently from the shove, but caught Billy's wrist with a snicker. "Come on," he pressed, playfully wrestling to keep control of his hold, and the song still in his voice as he drew out, "don't you love me?" It died abruptly in the last syllable, grit out between his teeth with his breath held as Stu realized he hoped the juice didn't really work like Eddie said, and needed hear know the truth anyway.