It was hard for Billy to be convinced about all this, but he knew his heart was overtaking his head. Ajay was firmly putting him in his place over the play situation and Lachlan was elaborating on the whole thing so he could understand more easily. And he appreciated it all. Ajay's words were very pointed. He wasn't saying he was okay or that he would be fine. In fact, he was admitting he was anything but. He was ready to do what it took though, and Billy wanted to help with it. "Okay, but I just... when I'm not working, I can still help, can't I? Until you start feeling better?" Ajay wasn't horribly skinny, but Billy knew from the close contact he'd had cuddling him and lying close that he was too underweight. This all seemed scary and extreme, but Ajay's condition had reached danger zones. Billy was glad Lachlan was his doctor. He looked at Ajay sympathetically. "Is that true? It doesn't take much for you to make yourself sick?"

Wait... ink? "You have ink?" he asked in surprise. He hadn't ever seen Ajay uncovered, though. In fact, he had never seen him in anything but a hospital gown that didn't have long sleeves. Lachlan was extremely musically talented, and did a lot of music producing and mentoring in his spare time, but it was cool to hear him recognise the song just by reading the music within the tattoo. He hadn't ever thought to ask if Ajay was musical like his father. He knew his sister was, and that she said Ajay was talentless and useless. That didn't mean anything, the stupid bitch.