Billy had just gotten into a fight with some guy who was being weird and creepy towards you. You appreciated the fact that he defended and protected you but you didn’t appreciate how far he went.

“You put him in a hospital!” you yelled at him as soon as you both got home

“I was aiming for the morgue!” he yells back. The adrenaline from the fight still pumping through his veins. You couldn’t help but notice the disappointment on his face hearing that the guy only ended up in the hospital. Alive. Barely hanging onto life and will need a hell of a lot of surgery to undo the damages. But still alive. He wanted that guy dead for touching you.