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[loveflyfree]

Sign #87 that I'm maybe a little too emotionally invested in all of this:

I was making dinner and as I started to peal the onions, all of a sudden I started thinking about billboyd and this tight rope balancing act he's got going on in his life right now. And as the layers peal away from Bill, what's going to be left at the center

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[pir8fancier]

Well, if it had been me, I'd have been using the onions as an excuse when I started sniffling!

[loveflyfree]

Well. There was that aspect of it too. :)

It was totally just the onions!!

(For serious though, I find myself worrying about Bill at the oddest of times. And poor broken Orlando. I can't think about him very much at all. *sigh*)

I'm not crazy.

[pir8fancier]

I feel exactly the same way, so if you're crazy perhaps we can have adjoining loony bins so we can fangirl over this together. Oh my god, had a horrible thought. What if there's no internet connection in the loony bin! AWWWKKKK!!!!

Seriously, though, didn't the bit when Johnny pulls him outside for a "smoke" and more or less point black does his Johnny-esque intervention almost slay you. Bill is cracking up, man, emotional 9.0 magnitude richter scale earthquake, and he brushes Johnny off, and I started screaming at my keyboard, "JUST TELL HIM, YOU STUPID FUCK!"

Now that's crazy.

[loveflyfree]

YES! I understand why he doesn't tell Johnny, but I wanted so bad for him to let something slip. But. That could be bad. Dangerous. For everyone.

I frequently yell at my computer when reading. :)

And sometimes, it has nothing to do with the story. More like, I'm obsessively refreshing and yelling "TIG DAMN YOU. TIG!!!11!!!"

[traveller]

*reads thread*

*says nothing*

y'all are like our very own focus group, omgheart.