"Queer and angry. That's my sentiment too." Bill was angry at the world and annoyed that everyone was just stuck here, suffering. He didn't have a choice when he came here, he had to be here but he never intended to stay long. Now he almost felt guilty if he fucked off and left these lot to suffer. Even so, he didn't think he'd last long without being kicked out. "You're a good brother. Good son. I hope they appreciate it."

And then, suddenly, Bill leaned forward and stole a quick kiss. He felt like Hartley needed it. Motivation? Emotional support? Whatever, he didn't care. It was a nice kiss and Hartley was so fucking pretty.

Pulling back, Bill smiled slyly. "Sorry mate, you were asking for it."