Something inside Billy just sort of snapped. Between the constantly nagging voice of Higgins in his head, and Mark trying to pester him now, he reached a breaking point. He was sick of being jerked around. Sick of being told what to do. Sick of having to answer for his actions. Sick of people questioning him. Sick of being unable to live his own life.
He stopped rounding on Mark with a strange sternness in his face that seemed like it belonged to someone much older than his 22 years. "Perhaps I am. But I've got no reason to explain myself to you. I've only just met you, and in that time you've managed to insult one of the most successful artists that happens to work for the same company that I do. Without so much as introducing yourself. It may not be a bomb but it is incredibly rude to pull such a thing out without asking if it's alright. Now, if you'll excuse me, I have somewhere to be that is away from the likes of you."
He turned on his heel to start off again, hoping to maintain face as the realization of what he'd just said hit him.
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He stopped rounding on Mark with a strange sternness in his face that seemed like it belonged to someone much older than his 22 years. "Perhaps I am. But I've got no reason to explain myself to you. I've only just met you, and in that time you've managed to insult one of the most successful artists that happens to work for the same company that I do. Without so much as introducing yourself. It may not be a bomb but it is incredibly rude to pull such a thing out without asking if it's alright. Now, if you'll excuse me, I have somewhere to be that is away from the likes of you."
He turned on his heel to start off again, hoping to maintain face as the realization of what he'd just said hit him.