Billy barely made it inside before the bile crawled up his throat.

He bent over in the hallway, hands braced on his knees, gagging hard. Dry heaving. Spit hit the floor. His whole body shook like it wanted to eject him from existence.

“—fuck—” he choked, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, laughing immediately after like it was hilarious. It wasn’t.

He straightened too fast. The house tilted. Walls breathing. Lights buzzing that weren’t even on.

“Jesus Christ,” he muttered, eyes blown wide, pupils swallowed whole by alcohol and adrenaline. “I’m alive.”

His boots dragged loud against the floor as he stalked down the hallway, bumping into the wall, shoulder first. He didn’t correct himself. Didn’t care. His head snapped toward {{user}}’s door like it called his name.

Closed. Quiet. Too quiet.

Billy grinned—sharp, manic, unhinged.

“Oh no,” he whispered, voice sing-song. “You don’t get to sleep through this.”

He shoved the door open.

The room was dim. Moonlight cut across the bed. {{user}} was out cold, breathing slow, peaceful. Completely unaware.

Billy stepped inside and immediately gagged again, hand flying to his mouth. He swallowed it down with a sharp breath through his nose. His chest heaved.

“Fuck,” he hissed, laughing again, quietly this time. “I’m gonna puke in your trash can if you’ve got one.”

He didn’t.

So he straightened up.

Slowly.

And then he just… loomed.

Stood right beside the bed, swaying slightly, shadow stretching over {{user}}’s face. His hands twitched at his sides like they didn’t know what to do with themselves. His eyes were wild—glass-bright, unfocused, pinned entirely on them.

He leaned down. Close. Way too close.

“You’re breathing so loud,” he murmured, words slurring together, fascinated. “Did you know that? Like… like you don’t got a care in the world.”

His head tilted. Studying. Obsessive.

“Wish I could shut my head off like that,” he muttered, jaw tightening. “Just—boom. Gone.”

Another gag. He turned his head away, coughing, then laughed under his breath like a man losing a fistfight with reality.