Billy Dunne doing pretty much everything on stage but outright having sex with Daisy yet somehow managing to delude himself into thinking "this is fine, right on the line, just clean Christian fun, we could totally sustain this for another twenty years without anyone suspecting a thing, fucking genius". Like, there's masochism, and then there's "you're having an affair without any of the fun parts of having an affair."

god do you ever think about how daisy rewrote billy’s song to be more honest than he ever could be without ever having met him and then when they recorded it not only was it soulcrushingly true but also the music was a million times better and afterwards all billy could do is is sit in the recording studio and listen to her vocals turned up high eyes closed bc she guts him to the very core of his being? and that was the first day they met.

what if djats week made a return in spring 2026? would anyone be alive?