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#just have to lower any expectations thse days as the numbers ever dwindle and have a good time just writing for me instead
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He frowns when he finds Billy Hargrove standing in the doorway with his own frown but no sign of an emergency to be seen. "Where's the fire?" Steve asks around the cookie, swallowing and licking the crumbs that have escaped coating lips.
Billy looks behind him, eyes on the sky looking for smoke. When he finds none, he turns back to Steve confused, "What are you talking about?"
Steve leans against the door frame hands on his hips, "with all of that banging I thought maybe someone was dying, you always knock so dramatically?"
Billy's nose scrunches up, making the freckles on his cheeks stand out a little more. "Oh shut up, let me in."
Steve stretches an arm to the other side of the frame, barring entrance, "so why are you here?" They certainly do not have plans, at least as far as he knows, but Tommy could have made them. He used to make plans for Steve all the time without telling him, folks would just show up, and he would only find out why once Tommy showed up.
Billy raises an eyebrow as a smirk curls over his lips, "you lost the bet, remember? you're mine for a day and I've come to collect."
There's that heat again, flushing through him as Billy easily pushes his arm out of the way and lets himself in. Right, Steve was kind of hoping that had not actually been real, or that Billy would forget. He should have known that would not happen.
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