the_freak | Dear Billy

"A blur," Eddie repeats, nodding. Not...super informative. But then Billy elaborates. "The one with the super powers? They kept talking about her. Never did get to see that for myself."

But then- they're interrupted as voices outside grow closer, and hearing a hand on the doorknob- Eddie moves abruptly. Eyes wide, he grabs Billy almost as an after thought, knowing either of them getting caught in here was bad news. His fist caught in Billy's jacket, dragging him (practically hauling him. as he almost seemed to go dead weight) into the bathroom without warning.

Billy isn't the kind for elaboration. Neither side is, really. But he nods to the question about super powers. "She crept into my mind and broke that thing's hold off. But they cracked it in half--"

That's all he got out when Eddie's moving. Moving too quick for Billy to really keep up with what's happening. One moment he's at Max's bedside with a hand on hers, the next Eddie's dragging him away. He thrashes in the hold but he doesn't have the strength to fight his way out. The jacket he had managed to snag in the lab is closed and he can't get out.

He knows it's coming. There's nothing he can do to fight the pull (well, almost a yank) that makes him dead weight for the other to pull. It's when the door closes behind them that the fight really comes out and he aims a terribly aimed punch at Munson. "Let me go! Let me fucking go, dick!" It's all anger and teeth, thrashing in Eddie's grip at the jacket.

It's a sudden switch, though not entirely unexpected. Eddie knew well enough that Billy Hargrove was not someone to fuck with, and he curses with an anxious look at the door. The punch grazes off his shoulder, and Eddie winces, crowding the other back and trying to clamp a hand over his mouth with a pointed look back at the door. It feels about as effective as trying to quiet a angry bear.

"Do you want them to catch us??" he hisses, struggling to try and contain Hargrove's rage.

Eddie doesn't know the half of it, how quick that switch was and what it meant. Another hit to the shoulder but it doesn't seem to do much as Hargrove finds himself backed against the wall where patients were cleaned up. The hand over his mouth muffles his yells and his own clench into the shoulders of Eddie's jacket. Or shirt. Whichever it is, he's not paying that much attention to it.

He hears the footsteps on the other side of the door and tenses. Looks at Billy. The rage is still there but he shakes his head hard. No, no he doesn't want them to catch them in here. He doesn't want the nurses to haul him back into the darkness. The hands clench a little harder but he's breathing through his nose hard in the effort to keep quiet.

Eddie steels himself to absorb the hits and the struggle with a grimace, sure he'd be flat on his ass if Hargrove was at his usual strength. Only once he feels the other quiet does Eddie cautious release his grip. His eyes are large, breath heavy, and he pointedly shows his palms in the hopes of truce.

"We're good, man-" he encourages in a hushed voice, testing Billy's grip on him to see if he can step back.

Hargrove absolutely hates how weak he is like this. He can't protect the other half if he's like this. All weak and shit. He's still pressed against the wall, not moving from it, when Eddie lets go and keeps the hands up to show surrender. Or maybe a truce of some sort. Eddie won't hold him if he doesn't hit or make noise.

"Don't let them take us, Munson-" he whispers out urgently and looks ready to bolt when he hears the footsteps again outside of the bathroom. Those hands had almost let go but then they grip hard once more, like claws digging into the fabric. "I can't go back, I can't do it all again, that fucking hellhole in this godforsaken shitstain of a town-"

His brow twists, and for a moment he thinks he'd prefer the violence. At least he understands that, coming from Hargrove. This...leaves Eddie at a loss, looking anxiously to the door and nodding quickly, ready to promise just about anything to quiet that desperate look.

"No ones going anywhere," he swears, "Just-- shut up for a minute-" he urges, lifting a finger to his lips pleadingly. He pulls against the clawing grip to press his back against the bathroom door. It wouldn't do much more than stall if someone tries to get in, but it's the best Eddie can do to physically demonstrate .

Violence was his reputation. Smacking Harrington with a plate, laying his fists all over that pretty boy's face, all sorts of things that give him his bad rep. But Eddie wants him to shut up, and maybe that's for his own good. Keep that nurse from finding them in here.

He can hear her heels clicking around on the floor as she checks on Max. Hargrove's back slides against the wall until he's on the floor, looking like a gaunt shadow of himself. It's not safe yet, they can't switch. But he can stare Eddie down from this spot.

More heel clicking around the room before it goes past the bathroom door, the room door squeaks open, and shuts once more. It's quiet. "Can we leave this room now? And don't fucking touch us again."

Listening to the click of those heels, Eddie tenses, closing his eyes and cursing whatever universal force he pissed off that this is his life.

He waits a beat after Hargrove's question before he cautiously peers out of the door, silent a moment or two before he draws his head back in and nods, shoulders finally releasing some of that tension.

"Yeah. Yeah we can leave-" he allows, pushing open the door and waving a hand for Billy to go on. "...you keep saying 'we'," he notes finally, frowning after him. 'We.' 'Us.' But not Eddie and Billy.

It's the release of that tension that spurs Hargrove into moving again. Off the floor he picks himself up and shoves past Eddie into the main room. The bathroom was too small, too constraining and closing in the longer he was in there. He sucks in that hospital air of the room and goes back to Max's bedside.

"And? I know my pronouns, Munson. They give out education in California, in case you were wondering." The two of them in the same head were slipping up, though it wasn't like either side had made some sort of pact to keep the split under wraps.

Eddie shrugs, and those palms raise again, rolling his eyes with a huff, "That right? It's not all...body building the sun?" he quips, gesturing at Billy, not able to help himself.

He's slower to exit the bathroom, patting his pockets down and pulling out a cigarette, but after a glance towards Max he sticks it behind his ear for later. He'll have to find a slightly less destructive way to rid himself of that holding on by a string anxious energy.

"...I should get outta here," he mutters.

A cigarette. He'd been clean for how long of it? But the desire for that nicotine stick that Eddie tucks behind his own ear is there in his eyes. He could be good, try to stick it out, or fill this place up with smoke. Fingers flex as Hargrove makes his decision and keeps his hands to himself.

He frowns at the words and looks away. "You said... something. Makes me think I am supposed to be dead. What's the fucking date anyways?" How long had he been gone? "The mall was the last thing before they took us."

Before they took us.

For all his many, (many) faults, Eddie is at least observant. He recognizes that hungry look, and after a moment he wordless tosses the rest of his crumpled carton across to Hargrove without a word. They don't need to acknowledge it. There's not much left in there, but it's something.

"That was like...I dunno- shit... a year ago, man," Eddie answers, head tilting in question. He does not need more god damn mysteries to solve. "Kid and her mom moved into the trailer park. Your dad's out of the picture. I dunno, but... It's the end of March. You were...they buried you." Or...buried a box at least.

Almost an entire year.

A year.

Supposedly dead for almost a year.

At least his dad was gone. Shame Max and Susan left the house, but maybe Neil forced them. It was something he'd do and Hargrove knew it. He takes a seat next to Max, facing the door again just in case. It's not safe again, so Billy can't come out. Not yet.

Those features, the sun kissed skin pale and dirty, scrunches up at the news. He was dead. And buried. "Almost a year," he says softly, though there's a tightness in his voice that he hates. Like it's a weakness.

"I could tell you something but you probably won't fucking believe me Munson." His voice has tightened more, and he's staring at Max in the bed, eyes blazing.

Eddie looks unsure what to do with himself, nodding with an uncomfortable but sympathetic look. The hell do you say to something like that? "...You look good, considering," he offers, lips quirking a moment before there's an apologetic duck of his head. Maybe not the time...

"...Try me, Hargrove," he offers with an exhausted sort of knowing, echoing Max's own words to him when he was at his lowest low. He understands intimately the need to be believed in the face of all this utterly unbelievable shit.

'Try me' comes the answer. Not entirely what Billy was expecting for said answer, but after all the shit he's seen, the blond isn't really surprised.

Those eyes are still set on Max, though they're not looking at her. They're distant, remembering. Remembering a night that he's dreamed and had nightmares about for almost a year. A night that changed far more than anyone had expected. He breathes out and shudders as he takes another in.

"The night in the mall... when that freak of a girl went to save me... having two things in our head..." He pauses. Licks dirt off of his lips. Or, what he hopes was dirt. Maybe it was dried blood from some point. "Both of them in there, grappling for control... it snapped. We're two now."

He frowns, trying to think of a way to explain it but comes up metaphorically empty handed. How could you explain something like this? "One... half is the boy that the girl saw. The other half is me. Billy and Hargrove." Two sides of the same boy. A boy that was dead and buried and was sitting right next to his step sister.

Eddie squints, head tilting as he tries to process what he's saying. He still doesn't fully know what really went down in the mall, just the bits and pieces he's put together from different stories, and in the end that's more than enough context.

He catches his tongue between his teeth as he thinks and nods faintly, brows furrowed. "...right." His fingers tap anxiously against his thigh. "Um..." That's a lot. He nods again, more sure, and makes a point to meet ~~Billy~~ Hargrove's eyes. "I believe you," he notes, lips quirking a little- "Not sure I understand yet, but I believe you."

He looks back towards the door way and with a frown. "Look...man, if either of us get seen right now it's going to be trouble. Are you-...do you have somewhere...?"

It's hard to explain. And Billy - well, Hargrove, to be exact - is not used to explaining things, let alone people listening to him. It's a strange concept.

He grits his teeth and clenches his hands into fists. "We're two now. Two personalities. And I'll be fucking damned if I let anything happen to the other side ever again. No more monsters, no more fucking broken plates, no. Never again." This was one thing he was going to be able to control now, especially if Neil was gone.

Everything is still tense when he finally, finally looks at Eddie's. There's fire in his gaze, though not fury or madness. Just a promise that he really would protect the other half for as long as he could by any means. Some of that goes out at the question and he looks away.

"If my dad's skipped down, and my stepfamily isn't at the house anymore, then no. All I've got is the lab." He licks his lips, glancing at Eddie. "You sure he's gone? If my dad is gone, I want to go to the house and see if there's something he left behind."

Which, he's pretty sure Neil did. The man was still sore after the way Billy's mother left.

The emphatic tone tone earns a cautious nod from Eddie. He's seen the damage the guy could do when he wanted before he was...mentally torn in half. And so far in the span of ten minutes he's managed to trigger this other- very protective- side of him, so...he wants to be careful to toe the line until he's got a better read on the guy. "Yeah man. I have no beef with Billy," he swears, "...Or, uh- or you. We're cool."

"That's what Red said," Eddie confirms with an uncertain shrug, "He definitely didn't come to the trailer park with them. You uh...you want a ride out there, or-?" he offers.

If there's one thing he's glad for, is that Eddie doesn't...really question anything that Hargrove is saying. So maybe he does believe him, even if believing doesn't mean understanding. That would probably come later.

There is a small pat to Max's hand and he gets up. His clothes practically hang off of him and Hargrove tries his very best to not think too much about that. And that's easy, focusing instead how Neil really is gone.

Hargrove settles a cool gaze on Eddie, thinking about the offer. Obviously he could walk, he wasn't a cripple. Just half-starved and supposedly dead. That might make people nervous. "If you're offering, you should drive. Don't know how well people will take to a dead man walking the streets." Probably better than some things that roamed around in this shithole of a city.

Eddie doesn't think now's the best time to properly fill Hargrove in on the fact that he's not exactly a welcome sight in Hawkins himself. Everyone's to preoccupied with the 'earthquake' to notice him anyways. So he nods and flashes Max a smile and a small wave she can't see in farewell.

"Come on, man. This place is crawling with cops," he encourages, taking them out a backway he's learned relaxing a little once they've stepped back out into the air. He passes Hargive a crumple pack of cigarettes, pushing it into his chest and nodding vaguely towards the parking lot.

"I'll uh...I'll pull around," he offers, covering for the fact that he needs to go...borrow a car for them.

Cops. Hargrove wants nothing to do with them, not after the few military police down in the lab. There had been three at one point, but he had reduced that number by one before the scientists drugged him into cooperation. If one could really even call it that. Going in and out of consciousness wasn't what either side of Billy would call cooperation.

There's a soft noise at the crushed carton pressing to his chest, but he grabs them and follows Munson outside. He breathes in the air that lacks the sharp sterilization within. It’s fresh by comparison to their, and the must of the abandoned lab.

He nods, feeling on edge and lighting a cigarette. What kind of car did Munson even drive? "I'll wait over by the corner." Because Hargrove wasn't going to wait for cops to approach him. When the other heads off, the blond goes to where he's indicated he'd wait.

The van he used to drive probably wouldn't have done much to impress Billy, certainly hadn't left a lasting impression in school, but how could anything next to that masterpiece Hargrove rolled up in. Eddie thinks his collection of tapes at least might have earned his approval.

He scouts the lot for a suitable candidate and hates that this is becoming a regular part of his life. When Eddie pulls up, he's awkwardly tossing a beaded seat cover into the back seat of the station wagon, refusing to acknowledge how obviously out of place he is in this vehicle.

"Let's go, Sunshine," he beckons with a teasing grin, leaning over to push open the passenger door.

Hargrove would probably recognize the van, but not who owned it. It was just another flaw on the road to him, another vehicle holding him back that he had to get around. While he waits, a cigarette gets lit up and shoved between lips and teeth to work at while he waits. He hears people milling about off behind him. Talking about the earthquake, the strange shit that's opened.

No one knows that a dead man is back. Not yet at least.

Either way it keeps Hargrove on edge. Like he's waiting for Neil to suddenly spring into existence like a boogeyman or a cop to appear next to him.

So when Eddie shows up with a station wagon that's probably seen better days in its mileage, the blond gets in. Doesn't bother buckling up. He snaps the door shut and gets comfortable. Already he hates this. Hates not being in the driver's seat, but whatever. "The house... Cherry. If you see a Buick Regal, dark blue, you keep driving."

"Buick Regal," Eddie repeats, giving a nod and pulling away. He vaguely wonders when it was his life had gotten so strange that this hardly even registered for him anymore. Probably around the time Chrissy had wandered out to do business with him...

He steals the odd glance at Hargrove, fingers tapping on the steering wheel as he sits at a light. "So uh...is Billy gonna remember this, or if he pops back up is he going to think I kidnapped him?" he asks casually.

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