Fic: RunAway - XLIII. Cover

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Chapter Title: Cover

Chapter Summary: Dom and Viggo talk about Billy

Dom could hear Viggo talking out in the main room, but he was confused. Hans had gone home to get some rest, leaving Dom in the bedroom and Viggo in the kitchen alone. Viggo must be on the phone, Dom determined. He strained his ears to catch a name.

 

He heard his own name, and Sean’s… Who was Viggo talking to about him?

 

“Bill, what it boils down to…”

 

Shite. Fucking bloody bollocking shite.

 

Viggo was talking to Billy. About Dom. Whom Billy believed was dead, and who was, in reality, laying on a bed only a handful of feet away from Viggo.

 

Dom untangled himself from the bedsheets and put his ear to the door. Viggo wasn’t talking much, which probably meant Billy was talking a lot. Then Viggo said clearly, “Every single day I miss him. And I don’t think he’s gone to a better place, Billy, I think… I think that wherever he is, he misses you, and that leaving you was the worst decision he ever made.”

 

Dom had a suspicion that Viggo wanted him to hear that. Viggo said his goodbyes and Dom heard him rummaging around in the kitchen for a glass of water. Dom cracked open the door, poking his head out into the light.

 

“I didn’t know you were awake.”

 

“Wasn’t until now,” Dom answered, yawning. “I heard you talking.”

 

“Sorry if I woke you.”

 

“Who were you talking to?” Dom decided to play dumb for the moment, to see if Viggo would tell him about Billy.

 

“Billy called me about you, and I was returning his call,” Viggo said simply, reaching for a second water glass for Dom.

 

“Oh.”

 

“You can ask about him, you know.”

 

“How… How is he, then?”

 

“Waiting for you to call him again.”

 

“Fuck.”

 

“You,” Viggo poked Dom in the chest, “screwed up, man.”

 

“Does he know… What does he know?”

 

“He doesn’t know if you’re alive or not.”

 

“Probably best for him to think me dead, if I’m just going to end up killing myself anyway, right?” Dom asked, feigning nonchalance.

 

“Are you going to kill yourself, Dom?”

 

Dom wanted to say ‘yes,’ but his lips wouldn’t form the word. He settled for shrugging his shoulders and turning away from Viggo.

 

“I want to know if I’m wasting my time with you here, Dom,” Viggo asked pointedly, deliberately letting annoyance and indifference seep into his voice.

 

“I dunno.”

 

“Should I just go, then?”

 

“Sure.”

 

“Dominic.” Viggo sighed. “If Billy already knows you’re alive—and he does know, Dom—why don’t you just… talk to him? Explain yourself. He’s gone through hell since you left, and I don’t like lying to him.”

 

“Don’t you get it? He’s the reason I left, and now… It’s not like he’s going to take me back after this.”

 

“Why not? And how do you know that? Have you asked him?”

 

“Of course not.”

 

“So… why wouldn’t he take you back? He seems to want you back more than anything right now.”

 

“Because… I faked my own death, Viggo. Then I became a fucking junkie and a whore to boot, so tell me, would you take me back after that?” Dom asked sardonically.

 

“You can go into rehab or something. Just because you were on drugs for a while doesn’t mean you can’t stop.”

 

“What about the—the—the…” Dom tripped over the words, trying to continue using vague hand motions. Viggo raised an eyebrow. “The… the lying, and the… other thing?”

 

“I think that more than anything, Billy just wants you back. I think you’re making it more difficult than it needs to be. And I think you’re blaming yourself for something that wasn’t your fault.”

 

“It was my fucking fault—”

 

“I’m not even going to try to analyze your logic,” Viggo interrupted. “C’mon, Dom, eat something. I’m probably going to go home soon, if that’s what you want.”

 

“Fine.” Dom accepted the slightly burnt toast and nibbled at the corner. “You’re not going to… tell him, are you?”

 

“No. No, I made you a promise, Dom. I won’t tell anyone.”

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