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Billy Hargrove wasn't used to a lot of nice things in life. He had fond memories of his mom before she up and left him one day. And he didn't really have any good times with his old man. God forbid he found out that his fuckup son really was a fag, right?
As soon as he could, Billy got a job. Partly to get him out of the house, away from his old man's fists and hateful eyes. From Max's hesitant angry worry. From Susan's sad apathy. And you know what else? Partly just to make some money.
It wasn't like he got well paying jobs. But he did manage to get some money, actually.
He bought his car. A really nice car with a nice loud stereo system. And he also bought cologne. The good expensive shit.
So when he got a boyfriend? You better believe he started buying Steve Harrington things too. Nice things? Yeah. But stupid shit that made him think of him, that he knew would make Harrington smile.
A nice shirt? A fancy case of beer? A little dumb air freshener thing for him to hang up in his own car--shaped like an eggplant so he knew Steve would comment?
All that and more, just you wait.