Goodnight held onto Billy's fingers, perhaps longer than he should have. He had been aching for this sort of contact all night, unmoved by any other touch. He looked at Billy's face, drank in his relaxed countenance.

"I could think of no better way to pass the time." He wondered if they could get away with it; maybe in one of the rooms that had been blocked off from the party, where they could still hear the music but might be safe from prying eyes; though he wondered if a place like that actually existed in this house.