#billy:randy

Billy was down at the little convenience store at the entrance of the hospital. Sure, it was overpriced and everything looked like it went out of date centuries ago, but, it was something to do and something he could bring a part of back to his room if he played his cards right. He'd just been about to slip a little box of Junior Mints into the sleeves of his hoodie when Randy, of all people, caught his attention. "Well, shit." He smirked, brows raising in a far too casual greeting given how their last interaction had gone down. "Last time I saw you was….Oh yeah." His grin scrawled wider, showing his teeth. "What're you doing here, man? You know, coming back from the dead's getting to be a little overdone."

Billy's breathing was heavy as he shot Randy a glare that clearly displayed just how unimpressed he was to even be having this conversation. "You really think this is the time for your...movie..dialogue...crap?" he winced, pressing a hand to his chest. "Dreams slipping through your fingers...what the hell does that even mean?" A cough racked his body, but his eyes remained fixed on Randy, cold and dismissive. "Just stop, alright? You're giving me a headache."