halfscarlet | (no subject)

This isn't exactly Billy's idea of where he'd wanted his afternoon to go, but after waking from a nightmare this morning, he's given in to Teddy's requests. Maybe spaced out, it wouldn't have been worrying -- he has nightmares, it comes with the territory. But having such specific nightmares where the main focus is his terror is a completely different animal. With all the steps the Council has been taking lately to talk to everyone, it makes sense to search them out.

And if anyone's going to make him feel any better about this, other than Teddy, it's Steve Rogers. It's not like Cap can go in his brain and punch the Skrulls back to their home planet, but simply telling him about it might help.

Billy gives Teddy one last look, and squeezes his boyfriend's hand. He loosens his grip, but after a moment of hesitation tightens it again. Teddy's often been his backbone when he needs it, and right now, Billy needs him.

He steps a little way into the Council office, poking his head in to see if anyone's actually there. Thankfully Cap is alone, and Billy only feels a slight bit of relief before he takes a deep breath. "Um...hi, Steve."

Threaded | Flat

The island generates, I feel, an amount of paperwork disproportionate to the number of citizens that occupy it. I'm not a stranger to paperwork, I did my time as a beat cop and learned about it the hard way, but it still manages to come as something of a surprise.

When Billy Kaplan's voice distracts me away from the pile of papers in front of me, I'm grateful, and look up to see him and Teddy standing in the doorway of the office looking a little hesitant.

"Hello, boys," I reply, sitting back and setting my pen down.

"Something I can help you with?"