[God, it's like the whole freaking world knows about the time he spilled punch on Billy. And the time he got puke on Billy's tires... on purpose.]
I know, I get it. Billy's bad news. [The perfect representation of a Little Sibling Whine, despite the anxiety still brimming beneath it. He pictures it like ginger ale, popping nervously in its can.] I don't need to be reminded to watch out for the actual Mind Flayer.
[And he doesn't mean to argue, really. Nancy know shit he hasn't lived yet, and he should be taking everything she says to heart, and he knows it. But at the same time, he just wants to close his eyes and sit down on the ground and scream until Nancy somehow realizes everything he's been through for the last ten months, every new, nauseating threat, and the fact that Billy Hargrove being possessed by the Mind Flayer is only one more chapter of nearly monotonous horror. He doesn't have the energy anymore to approach it as a crisis.]
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I know, I get it. Billy's bad news. [The perfect representation of a Little Sibling Whine, despite the anxiety still brimming beneath it. He pictures it like ginger ale, popping nervously in its can.] I don't need to be reminded to watch out for the actual Mind Flayer.
[And he doesn't mean to argue, really. Nancy know shit he hasn't lived yet, and he should be taking everything she says to heart, and he knows it. But at the same time, he just wants to close his eyes and sit down on the ground and scream until Nancy somehow realizes everything he's been through for the last ten months, every new, nauseating threat, and the fact that Billy Hargrove being possessed by the Mind Flayer is only one more chapter of nearly monotonous horror. He doesn't have the energy anymore to approach it as a crisis.]
Steve's the one you should be lecturing, anyway.