[ Tommy doesn't reply, because in an instant he's by Billy's side. He's wrapped up his slightly holey clothes in the plastic gear they gave him upon arrival, and the hood of his hoodie is up, with only a couple of holes in it from how fast he was running through that rain. He lets the umbrella he's been using as a forward shield clatter to the floor--yeah he's got this rain thing covered. He's not going to risk getting super horny again in front if Billy of all people. No way. ]
What the hell are you doing here? You're supposed to be getting me out, not getting stuck here yourself!
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What the hell are you doing here? You're supposed to be getting me out, not getting stuck here yourself!