Tommy stands as best he can, but he's leaning heavily on Billy's shoulder as they move into the house. Still, he somehow finds the energy to mutter darkly at him as they go.

"You suck and you shouldn't be judging because I know where you sleep and I can totally judge you. All the time. While you're sleeping."

He really isn't thinking about what he's saying before it comes out of his mouth. The words are just falling from his lips like some uncontrollable waterfall of babble and nonsense.

"Moderation is for wusses. And of course it'll magically regenerate. I'm fast so... so everything goes back to okay fast."

Tommy tips his head a little so he can look Billy in the eye. When his bangs fall out of his face, it's more obvious that his expression is starting to get worried.

"It'll be okay, right?"