Goodnight practically giggled a few times, pulling Billy tighter to him to avoid either of them crashing down. "You got it, you got it," he assured more than once. He caught Billy in a few kisses to make sure he wasn't looking down, and just to kiss him.

God, how happy this man made him. Goodnight wasn't sure what he had ever done to deserve having Billy in his life, but he was grateful for him.

"Mon cher," he cooed, drawing him close again to slow the dance from a waltz into a slow, lazy sway.