Taylor: First thing that comes to mind is just sitting down and talking because that's all we do.

He laughed.

Taylor: Maybe we should do something else though intead. Talking is too boring now. Any ideas?

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Jimmy:I agree Joshy, who knows what they do when we aren't around?

Davey:He wants to he, but not food, he wants to eat you
Jimmy:DAVEY!

Bikki : How many people are pervs these days?
Joshy : Erm .... all of them!?

Billy walked over to sit with Gemma, and squeezed her hand quickly as he sat down.

Billy: Sorry about that.
Gemma: *Her voice dripping with sarcasm* I haven't made things difficult with the girlfriend, have I?!

'Great', Billy thought to himself. 'Stuck between two girls and their emotions, where every man wants to be... not. What can I say?'
Usually, to anybody else, he would tell them to 'shut up' or 'get real', but even those kind of things he could never say to Gemma. Those replies were saved for people whose opinions he didn't care about, for people who he had a little less respect for. He could never tell Gemma to stop talking, to stop saying what's on her mind, because he wanted to know. He wanted to know everything, to share everything. And she wouldn't let him treat her like that, anyway. Unlike Brisky.

Billy: Don't be like that. She's not my "girlfriend". She's just... a girl. She could never be my girlfriend.
Gemma: Why?
Billy: Because of what she's done -
Gemma: Doesn't stop you fucking her, though!
Billy: If I wanted to, and had the opportunity, I could have sex with any girl. Sex itself doesn't mean anything. It doesn't mean I feel anything. I will never love her. I don't even think I like her. She's not who I want.

Billy placed one hand on Gemma's knee and leaned across to wipe Gemma's hair out of her eyes. He wasn't coming onto her, it would be wrong, while she was grieving over Raven - even though he knew that for that reason alone she would want the comfort of a man. It was, after all, the death of her uncle that brought her to him the first time they got together, while he was still firmly in the "friend zone" and too afraid to make a move.
Billy looked into Gemma's big, deep green eyes and knew that if he let his hand slide down to stroke her cheek, and slowly leant in for a kiss, she wouldn't push him away. But he didn't. He could have kissed her, and known how the evening would end, with her falling asleep in his arms, the way it's meant to be, but he couldn't take advantage of her and her emotions. Unlike Brisky. So, no, he wasn't coming onto her, but he knew it would look like he was to others in the pub. He didn't really care what they thought, but he didn't want an argument between Gemma and Brisky, so for that reason alone, he took his hand away from Gemma's face and fixed it firmly around his glass.

Billy sighed loudly, fighting his emotions. He would love to be with her tonight - properly. Like how it used to be. But knew it was wrong. But it's what he's wanted every night since the doomed wedding. He knew that if he did, there would always be that chance that she would wake up hating him in the morning, the chance that it was her grief making her feel this way, and she may not have those feelings left for him anymore. There was the chance that she was with him, but thinking about Raven. Had she still loved him up to the day he died? Did she regret leaving him? Did she wish Raven was here with her now?
He tried to convince himself that he was her true love.

'She left Raven and came back to you... because he was disappearing all the time. She had a child with you... an unplanned child which could have just as easily have been Raven's. She was going to marry you... but was engaged to Raven as well. But she never turned up at the wedding, willing to say 'I do'.'

Gemma: Billy? Are you okay?

Then there was Dean. Her first love. They've never been apart long enough for her to get closure. At the end of the day, when she's lying on her deathbed it will always be Dean she asks for. And Chris. Although they had never really dated properly, it was obvious he felt something deep towards her, and he saw the way her eyes softened when she saw him, when people spoke of him, the fondness for him she carried with her. He remembered the look on her face when she found out Chris was being held captive, the way she had run to cradle him in her arms. If Chris ever had the balls to tell her, would she drop whoever she was with - even if it was him - to finally be with Chris? He never loved anybody other than her, but she had loved many. Where did he rank? He wasn't even sure.

Gemma: Billy, I... I -
Billy: I'm sorry, I've got to go... I - I'll call you.

Billy ignored the shocked look on Gemma's face at his sudden departure. He swooped down to kiss her cheek and began to walk out, stopping briefly to talk to Brisky, kissing her quickly before walking out the door, leaving Gemma sitting, confused, on her own.

Matt and Taylor talk at the bar.

Taylor: Okay then.
Matt: Where are you two going then?
Taylor: That garage place...

Taylor and Matt continues talking downstairs.

Taylor smiled.

Taylor: Okay, let's go.