The closeness, as always, steadied Billy. He suffered less than Goodnight did, and he knew that, but the short-breathed panic that was living under his skin right now was only calmed by the fact that Goodnight was confident in him.

He missed their old cigarettes. While he'd managed to purchase marijuana in Darrow, it wasn't the same as the opium cigarettes they'd indulged in from time to time. He was out of them now.

"Wasn't hungry," he murmured. It was a big thing to admit for Billy. The stress was chewing at him.