Billy: “So… who was that?”

He scoffs before you can answer, stepping closer, invading your space.

Billy: “Don’t play dumb. I saw the way they looked at you.”

His voice drops, rough, conflicted.

Billy: “Just— don’t do that. Don’t make me force them to back off if you don't back off. I'll make them back off my way. I don’t share what’s mine.”