Billy laughed softly because, just as Genevieve said it, Billy stumbled over his own two feet. Luckily, he didn't make too much of an idiot of himself, righting himself quickly and continuing on as if he weren't a near-novice.

"He--" Billy stopped for a moment, gathering his words. He listened to the cadence of the music. He glanced over at Goodnight. "He has good and bad days. But he does alright. I help where I can."