Billy followed Mark, looking just so incredibly happy. He still couldn't believe he was here. Free. For the whole afternoon. He tucked his hands in his pockets, as if not quite sure what to do with himself. He was still looking over everything. It was a proper artist's studio in here. Just as he'd always dreamed. Not the homogenized corporate condo he was stashed in usually. On the inside it was hard to feel like he'd gone far from California. But HERE? Here he really felt like he was in New York.
At the offer of water, Billy was about to ask for something stronger, but Mark cut him off before he could even start to speak. He frowned, thinking, fingers drumming on the counter. Then all at once, he remembered what was in his pocket. The other day, before insisting on one of those walks, Casey had given him one of the company's credit cards to get something to eat while he went on his walk. Billy had thought it strange, and Casey never asked for it back after the fact. Now it hit him. All of it hit him. And his eyes lit up.
"Then let's go somewhere!" he said, rather suddenly. "You and me. We could get a drink or something to eat or...well, anything." He dug in his pocket and held it up, the Valkyrie logo printed on it. "My treat. Sort of. Make those fat cats be good for us for once."
It was all to cover up the fact that what Mark said almost brought a tear to his eye. That the letter changed his mind about his music. That there was something to the music. He could HEAR it. Mark liked his music. Why was that a big deal, suddenly? Lots of people liked it, didn't they? Mark hand been hunting for him. But hearing those words made a lump rise in his throat that he couldn't quite explain.
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At the offer of water, Billy was about to ask for something stronger, but Mark cut him off before he could even start to speak. He frowned, thinking, fingers drumming on the counter. Then all at once, he remembered what was in his pocket. The other day, before insisting on one of those walks, Casey had given him one of the company's credit cards to get something to eat while he went on his walk. Billy had thought it strange, and Casey never asked for it back after the fact. Now it hit him. All of it hit him. And his eyes lit up.
"Then let's go somewhere!" he said, rather suddenly. "You and me. We could get a drink or something to eat or...well, anything." He dug in his pocket and held it up, the Valkyrie logo printed on it. "My treat. Sort of. Make those fat cats be good for us for once."
It was all to cover up the fact that what Mark said almost brought a tear to his eye. That the letter changed his mind about his music. That there was something to the music. He could HEAR it. Mark liked his music. Why was that a big deal, suddenly? Lots of people liked it, didn't they? Mark hand been hunting for him. But hearing those words made a lump rise in his throat that he couldn't quite explain.