- they walked, if only to avoid having to see his father's face.
"The only reason I'm even 'ere now is for her, and my siblings. 'Cause she called my manager and asked me to.
... You were just as happy as me that I was gone, weren't you?"
Although he knew this discussion was coming eventually, he'd hoped his mother would've been a buffer for it- Like she was for every fight the two of them ever had.
"You know bloody well mum had nothin' to do with me leaving..."
Voice lowered, gaze locked across the fields as -
he could only listen to william's rambling with a straight face, because whether he liked it or not โโ it wasn't completely untrue.
โ if you had stayed you could be enjoying it a lot more, โ he mentions with no real bite other than โ
Has he been anonymously shoving tickets to his next show through every letterbox in the valley?
Maybe... He just wants to see if anyone would actually turn up. Create some drama. Watch a posh bastard get destroyed in a mosh pit.
- vaguely.
But the fact he wasn't shoving the hand off his shoulder showed something, didn't it? The fact he was trying to be quicker, without planting his face in the grass.
"Yeah, yeah, 'eard you the first time...
I did miss mum's food. Nobody cooks in London."
"Pfft, polite! I've met more polite people at a basement gig in Camden, spittin' beer at the stage.
None'a these two-faced twats are polite, daddy dearest."
Sarcasm dripped from his words, even with a killer hangover he could argue like nobody else. Inherited, he thought -
grumbling under his breathe, a hand finding the other's shoulder to steer him away from the poor neighbors. โ people that are far too polite for you to be sprawled out on their lawn at this hour. โ
giving a subtle but not so gentle โ
Frankly, they both knew the neighbours saw far worse from him as a teenager. At least Billy just found it mildly amusing now.
Stumbling he managed to grab the trousers, fighting his way back into them. Mother... Right. The only reason he agreed to visit home at all.
"Let's -
tony stares, frustratiom written in his features. the neighbors had given him the heads up, it was embarrassment enough.
he shoves the pants he had picked up at his son. โ get yourself together, your mother expects you for lunch. โ
There's a groan, signs of life as he rolled over, then immediately grumbling at the sight of his father.
"Y'know I've started fights for less than that?"
Didn't mean Billy wasn't getting up, albeit unsteady.
"... You seen a pair of leather trousers nearby? I'm missing 'em."
standing over the other, completely unamused. looking around before giving a shove with his shoe.
โ get up, now. โ tony hissed, half tempted to drag the other by his arm onto his feet.
There are very few things he missed about 'home'-
Passing out in the neighbours fields and waking up with absolutely no memory of how he got there? That definitely wasn't one of them.