Goodnight soaked in that touch, brief though it was, like a parched man. "Let's slip out back," he said quietly, fingers hooking against Billy's for just a moment, tugging, before he headed down the hall. The further back they went in the house, the quieter it got. The night was balmy compared to some of the winters they'd endured, but it felt fresh after the heat and press of people inside. He let out a shaky breath.