Dale
It was a lot of shit to take in.
As Joe walked to Dale's place, Ozzy at his heels, he tried to figure out what the fuck this meant and how it changed things. Billy was never supposed to come back, not because Joe was happier without him, but because Billy was happier without Joe. That was just the way shit had gone last time. Their whole fucking life, Joe had been like a cancer, eating away at whatever Billy tried to do and he'd been a selfish jackass about it the whole time. He was still a selfish jackass about it. Even now, he didn't want anyone else to even fucking look at Billy.
But that didn't change that Billy was back. Back and younger and untouched by most of the shit Joe had done to him in later years. Sometimes the AA meetings weren't exactly his fucking thing, but maybe this was one of those chances to make amends for shit that hadn't even happened yet.
"Fuck," he muttered, wishing for a cigarette for the first time in a very long time.
Billy being back changed some shit, but it didn't change everything. It didn't change that Joe was fucking happy with who he was for the first time in his whole life and it didn't change that he loved Dale. So there were a lot of people he needed to tell about this, but Dale had to be the first.
"Hey, you home?" he called as he got near the hut, knowing the answer. They were supposed to meet here anyway. Joe was just a little bit early.
As Joe walked to Dale's place, Ozzy at his heels, he tried to figure out what the fuck this meant and how it changed things. Billy was never supposed to come back, not because Joe was happier without him, but because Billy was happier without Joe. That was just the way shit had gone last time. Their whole fucking life, Joe had been like a cancer, eating away at whatever Billy tried to do and he'd been a selfish jackass about it the whole time. He was still a selfish jackass about it. Even now, he didn't want anyone else to even fucking look at Billy.
But that didn't change that Billy was back. Back and younger and untouched by most of the shit Joe had done to him in later years. Sometimes the AA meetings weren't exactly his fucking thing, but maybe this was one of those chances to make amends for shit that hadn't even happened yet.
"Fuck," he muttered, wishing for a cigarette for the first time in a very long time.
Billy being back changed some shit, but it didn't change everything. It didn't change that Joe was fucking happy with who he was for the first time in his whole life and it didn't change that he loved Dale. So there were a lot of people he needed to tell about this, but Dale had to be the first.
"Hey, you home?" he called as he got near the hut, knowing the answer. They were supposed to meet here anyway. Joe was just a little bit early.