Epilouge: A Choice

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How did this happen? Why was he there? Spencer tugged at the bowtie Billy insisted he wear, which was beginning to itch. It was just him and Billy, and yet, Spencer found himself dressed head to toe in black. He usually would have objected to such a request, but Billy had seemed so happy he was wearing it, he couldn't say no. Spencer sat, criss-cross on an old, frayed couch, Billy sitting right in front of him. He had to admit, it was kind of awkward. Spencer felt himself zoning out, as he repeated the question through his head. It was the kind of question he hadn't ever prepared himself for, and never thought he would have to answer from his best bro. Could he bring himself to say what Billy wanted him to? Knowing full well that it was his choice of words that could make or break their bond, he felt nervous. If he said no, Billy might never forgive him. If he didn't answer, Billy might never forgive him. If he said yes, he might never forgive himself. Spencer was beginning to lose conscienceness, lost in a world of cause and effect. It made him dizzy with all the possibilities. What if he made the wrong choice? As far as he knew, this was a legal matter. If he said yes, that might be it. Forever. That was a big risk to take, with an even bigger loss. Suddenly, he felt something touch his shoulder. He snapped out of his daze, and looked Billy in the eyes. They seemed worried, in a way. They seemed darker than before. His expression, though, was more of a concerned one.

"So, Spencer...is it a yes?" Billy asked, a hopeful, yet saddened tone to his voice. It stung Spencer, but, he managed to pull himself together, at least enough to clear his throat. It was no time to turn back now. He had made up his mind now. Spencer shifted uncomfortably in his spot, tugged at his bowtie, and sighed.

"Billy, I..."