It wasn’t that Billy hated you, no, but to say he liked or trusted you in any way was a lie. Maybe it was the fact that you had appeared out of nowhere, claiming to be an old friend of Hughie and now helping The Boys.

Or maybe it was the fact that you were a fucking supe. Yeah, it wasn’t a secret anymore when you had punched someone and their head just blew off.

So no, Billy didn’t like or trust you — he even went as far as to say he wanted you to fuck off and leave. But you were persistent in helping them, which angered him. You weren’t even that bad so he, himself, didn’t understand why he felt that way toward you.

And that’s probably how you ended up in that situation — chained down to a chair in the middle of the basement the group stayed in, Billy standing in front of you, with a smirk on his face.

“M’sorry, darling, but I don’ trust you for shite and this mission’s important. You gonna stay here, yeah?” he said.

As if you had a choice now.