***Billy is starting to believe that he was born under a bad sign of something. But it's not all bad. He's starting to glimpse what he always was. But when you ache for something your whole life, it's doubtful that - if by some strange chance it comes to you - that it's what you really wanted, or thought that you did. 0_o
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Book of the Dragon Part 5
It was confusing to Yuan. Billy lived alone, that much was obvious to her, and she found herself really liking him for more than the things that he'd done and was doing for her, but she thought that a male like this would be a little more, ... responsive somehow. He seemed somewhat reserved to her. She thought that she could understand it a little, but though she could tell that he liked her, there was something that he seemed to be holding him back a bit.
She wondered what she had done wrong just when she'd thought that this had been going rather well. She reached out to touch him and he allowed it, even taking her hand in his.
"You have no way to know," she said in Chinese to him softly as she kissed his hand very lightly and held it as she looked up as she spoke, "but I know that I have caused you discomfort and I am sorry. I want to know what I have done."
She opened her eyes to look into his and she wanted to hug him only for what she saw there in the thoughtful way that he returned her gaze, "You are so beautiful to me, Billy. I have never seen one such as you are."
He whispered to her that he hoped that she would be alright and not grow weaker. That was what he knew of this virus and what it did to claim its victims.
They did make strides in their conversation. They got past the quiet hilarity of him trying to teach her "You" and "me" and the way that it is reversed from the other side of it.
He felt the rumble and heard the noises and he looked at her questioningly for a moment. Yuan didn't seem all that sure of it herself, but after a moment, she smiled and gently patted her stomach under the sleeping bag with a nod, before she slid her hand lower down on her belly and patted there with a shake of her head.
To herself, she wished with all of her heart to get better as she looked at him.
Eventually, he got them up and wrapped Yuan in the sleeping bag to go check on the soup. By now, he'd figured out that she wanted to be near him and he liked it as well.
But there were things in this that he'd have told her right away, well, most of them, and what was left he'd hold his tongue over out of respect for her feelings. He guessed that none of them really mattered. She couldn't have understood him anyhow.
Billy had grown up near a cruel old bastard who loved to give something so that he could take it away soon afterward. To a child, it taught the lesson that you can't keep what comes to you. The events in his life only reinforced that. He was used to being laughed at by the Colonel, so he hid his feelings if he had the slightest doubt. He'd come out of his quiet shell in a big way once, saying what he felt to one girl, and it had cost him everything the very next day. Billy would rather be alone than hurt anything like that again.
He knew that it was an unreasonable thing. He didn't care.
The way that he figured it, his fear of drowning was just as unreasonable.
Just like Monnie's fear had been.
He liked Yuan. He really did, and he was fascinated with her. But she had the fever and a part of him was trying to get ready to have to dig a hole in the frozen ground in a day or so.
The soup tasted really good to him and he ladled some into a pair of bowls for them, indicating a place for her to sit on the opposite bench, but she shook her head and motioned for him to sit beside her, so he moved the bowls and she sat up against him as they ate.
He looked at her after she'd made a motion to him, indicating her mouth and then showing him her hand as she opened and closed her fingers like a duck's bill. She ended with a curious look at him.
"Talk," he smiled, getting it.
Yuan nodded emphatically with a smile and pointed to him, "Talk you."
He straightened her out and then he told her of how he lived here, knowing that she didn't understand, but he knew that she wanted to hear his voice, so in between spoonfuls of soup, he talked and she hung on every word, loving the soup as well, but having no way to tell him.
After the meal, Yuan held up her hand, motioning for him to stay, and she left the room, knowing that he'd prepared a bath for her. When she came back from the room with the hole in the floor, he pointed to the old iron bathtub and she wandered over, testing it with her hand and nodding with a grin. She looked at the level of the water and she looked at them both, trying to determine whether their volumes would be too much and cause it to overflow.
She took the sleeping bag from her slender shoulders and walked to lay it on the bench after folding it. When she turned around, she found him with his mouth open and she liked it, smiling as she walked to him, but he stopped her and she watched him sink to his knees to look at something which she'd forgotten about completely – the tiny patterns of scales over her mound and outer lips.