Goodnight was grateful that he could be Billy's rock when he needed it, especially since Billy had been his for so damn long. It was easy for him to have faith in this because he knew Billy, and he knew he'd see it through no matter what if it was something he really wanted. Goodnight would support him however he needed. His thumb brushed tenderly over Billy's hip. "We got time yet, maybe thirty minutes?"
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Date: 2017-02-23 02:28 am (UTC)