Billy was gloriously close, wonderfully so, and Goodnight wanted to lose himself in that moment. He dared to drift closer, his smile lingering. "Alright then." He took one last drag before tossing his spent cigarette down, smudging out the stub that was left. He caught the front of Billy's jacket and tugged him toward the house.

It was no trouble to find a room sectioned off, hidden by heavy curtains to keep guests from wandering.