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"Fine by me," Billy said from his spot on the couch, where he was curled up with a textbook.

Even though he wasn't in college at the moment, he wasn't going to let his knowledge get rusty. After all, he was eventually going to go back, and it would just be ten times harder if he didn't keep himself fresh on mathematics and science. Of course, he regularly parused the new psychology textbooks, seeing as his goal was to eventually become a psychiatrist.

Some might call it dull reading material, but he really didn't care what 'some' thought.

He found a stopping spot and placed his notes in the book to keep his place before setting the book down on the coffee table, and twisting around to look at Ladon. Billy was certainly happy that Ladon was taking a step back from the Negaverse. It was something he'd been wanting for a while. Billy had never had the devotion for it that Ladon had... Sure, Billy said that the senshi were scum undeserving of life, but then again he thought the same of anyone who wasn't himself or Ladon. He didn't hold anyone, regardless of faction, in very high regard. It was only too bad that dropping out of the war altogether wasn't really an option. Not when you could be summoned at any time. Honestly, the war was just a chore now.

"You want any help in the kitchen?"

With a bum arm, of course Ladon was going to need help in the kitchen. And even if Ladon said no, Billy was still going to help him. Asking was just a formality.

"pff, I'm never too busy for you," Billy said as he sauntered over and gave Ladon a quick kiss to the temple before helping to put away groceries.

"Yeah, well, it's moistly review - can;t be getting rusty. Aaaand I don't think there' much 'random quizzing' with trig, but I'll be seeing triangles in my sleep."

Some sort of lewd comment would have followed, but Billy held back. As much as he loved to make Ladon blush, he knew his dirty sense of humor could get tiresome. Even if all he could think of to say on the subject of math was some sort of innuendo.

As he unpacked groceries he plopped the magazine on the counter, barely paying it any mind.

Billy sat down and propped his chin on his hand, "Well, sucks to be them, 'cause I am neither interested in anyone else, nor bi," He then got a devious look on his face, "Maybe next time I pick you up we should give 'em a show. Might get the point across." Point being, that neither he, nor Ladon, were available in any capacity.

Billy was....extremely prone to jealousy, and found the best way of ridding any would-be competition to be very public displays of affection. Usually with intimidating eye contact with the unwanted interloper. It usually got the point across. Possessive? Oh yes, Billy was. Billy could only imagine how a jealous Ladon would act, but Billy was usually quick to set things straight.

"A magazine's soul purpose is to make you feel bad about yourself - imperfect - so that you'll buy whatever they're trying to sell you. I wouldn't take anything in that seriously."

Billy then got up and placed one arm on the back of the chair, the other propped on the table as he leaned behind Ladon, and nuzzled Ladon's neck and asked;

"So what you looking at? A recipie?"

After he asked, the turned his attention to the magazine.

...Oh dear lord. Yes, he'd stand by his previous statement. As well as add a flat, "You know those things are made for insecure women, right?"

Billy chuckled and moved back to his seat.

"You have a sister. Name hasn't really come up to my knowledge."

Thank whatever powers that be that Billy was an only child. For many, MANY reasons. But Billy had, literally, burned that bridge. He hoped Ladon could at least maintain a good relationship to his. It sucked to be alone, to not have anyone on your side. Billy had spent most his life with no one caring what happened to him - not after his grandmother died. He had Ladon now, though. Still, it didn't erase the empty childhood.

Family...Billy had gotten a letter from...family. He still wasn't sure what to make of it.

Billy made a mental note of the name, and nodded, "When we have our new home you should invite her over, have some small family get-to-gether." There was some part of Billy that wished his family could have been more...well, like a family. But seeing as he never, and could never, have that, he hoped that Ladon could.


Billy shrugged, "Yeah, pretty much. On my father's side of the family there was some pretty strong Romani, er uh, gypsy culture, but it had gotten pretty watered down. When I was living with my grandmother it was pretty much just used as a marketing gimmick. Sure, there were some traditions and beliefs that held, but I was too young to retain much of it.: Billy pretty much assumed Ladon was pretty firmly from here. Not that he saw that it mattered much. He'd love Ladon regardless.

Billy shrugged. like he said, he was too young to retain much of the culture, and it really didn't matter much to him. It was all far from who he was now.

And then at the next question, Billy made a bit of a face.

"That gets a flat 'no'ooooo. I don't have the patience, nor the humility to deal with the little shits." Humility because kids could be downright embarrassing with their sociopathic lack of a sensitivity brain to mouth filter. And lack of patience because...well, that was probably obvious.

"Plus, with the way society is now a days, it's kinda cruel to bring a kid in to this world. And that's without the war factor."

Maybe Billy had been reading too many negative news articles, nut really? He'd never liked kids, even when he was a kid.

"Besides, I think it's way better to be an uncle. It's all the fun without the real responsibility."