[ idly, billy wonders if a british accent is something he could pull of. he's never really tried before, not seriously, but he's also not about to make an attempt over the phone to stiles, either. he listens to stiles, lightly drumming his fingertips against the center of his chest, beating out a quiet, unsteady rhythm.

there are couple instances where billy almost interjects - he doesn't feel like he needs to take care of stiles, and that's not necessarily what he meant to imply if it came off that way, he just... wants to make sure stiles is safe, and that he does have people to take care of him if he needs it. that's all.

unaware that stiles has sat up, billy sits up too one leg kind of folded, the other outstretched, a little bent. he reaches out and grabs around his calf, slides his hand down to his ankle, stretching out his back while holding the phone to his ear with his other hand. stiles' tone is a little sharp - billy feels bad, like maybe he shouldn't have asked questions even though stiles said he could.

once stiles tapers off and billy finally figure out what to say, he's a little quieter than he was before, though not by much. ]

... Yeah. Yeah, maybe it'll... work out. [ there's a significant pause here, a quiet inhale that suggests he's going to continue, though he may not want to. ] And— and if it doesn't - it's not a dealbreaker, Stiles. I'm not going to stop being your friend just because things might get a little - complicated sometimes.

[ but - all stiles had to do was mention magic, and billy is already thinking, again, about what could do to help stiles. not because he feels he needs to, but because he wants to, if he can. billy sighs, tilting his head back to stare up at his ceiling. ... would it be childish of him to put glow in the dark stars up there? ]

Anyway... sorry. I didn't mean to upset you. My fault - I shouldn't have asked.