Billy gave Goodnight a tenuous smile, almost shy. He felt like a starved man suddenly, hungry for so long that the very act of eating made him nervous and weak. Regret crept through him--not for having done it, but for being so weak about it.
He touched Goodnight's wrist gently.
"We should get some rest," he whispered, voice thick from everything. "It was a long day."
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Date: 2016-11-23 06:14 am (UTC)He touched Goodnight's wrist gently.
"We should get some rest," he whispered, voice thick from everything. "It was a long day."