Billy just shook his head, though it was maybe more of a nuzzle. What the words meant didn't really matter. Billy was sure he could say just about anything, and in that tone, they would mean the same thing. It was the tone, the love in his voice, and not the words themselves, that meant the most just then.

He hummed, a bit tunelessly, sort of along wit the music playing from the piano downstairs. They swayed together gently, hands clasped, Goodnight's arm around Billy's waist, and Billy's arm around Goodnight's neck.