You're my only amigo

Billy looked around at the sound of a car pulling up, "Harrington, 'sthat you?"
Billy's voice was weak, and crackly due to lack of use.
Steve got out of his car, "Y-yah its me Hargrove," confusion obvious in his words, "Why are you?"
"Why am I here? Simple. Can't turn up at home, not that I would want to, can't go anywhere else." Billy said, in his usual way, licking his bottom lip as he smiled.
Steve got a better look at billy, the blond, usual silky looking curls were matted, and dirty. Billy's face and arms were filthy, his shirt stained with dried blood and his jeans ripped in various places.
"So, you gonna let me in your house, or am I gonna have to stay out here like a dog?" Billy asked, flicking his cigarette bud into the grass.
Steve nodded, "Yeah, yeah come on in." He opened the front door, Billy smiled, his eyes sparkling at the sight of another living person. He walked inside, sitting down on Steve's couch.
Steve closed and locked the door, "Hargrove, aren't you dead?" He asked.
"I wish," billy huffed, "I was in some weird dark place, have been for a year, till I found some weird looking hole in a tree and climbed through."