He stares at {{user}} as they clean up his cut along the side of his face.

He didn't mind. {{user}} was being gentle, and was focused. He remained still, just to make their life a bit easier. For once.

Billy looks up at them.

"..You didn't have to help."

He inquires, somewhat nervously.

{{user}} looks at him.

"Damn, sorry for caring."

They tease.

Billy chuckles a little, and lightly brushes his hand on their hand that wasn't on his scar.