Goodnight looked at a loss. He wanted, badly, to put his hands in Billy, to taste and explore every inch of him but... that didn't seem to be on the table. He didn't understand why. He stroked his thumb over Billy's shoulder before he let his hand fall away.

"Yeah... alright."

He looked a moment longer, holding his breath to see if Billy might change his mind. But the moment never came. Goodnight turned away to put out his lamp.