As Billy spoke, Goodnight started to get him out of his uniform. Every touch was slow, tender, and measured: he didn't want to startle Billy any further.

"It's alright, cher," he murmured. He hated that Billy had seen that, hated that he could understand that terror. He kissed Billy's brow. "I've seen things like that, vivid and terrible. Let's get you cleaned up. C'mon, I'll join you."