The uniform came away in pieces, but it felt like shedding bits of his skin, somehow. Billy felt curiously vulnerable with every stitch taken off, which was not a new feeling per se, but it had been years since he'd felt vulnerable around Goodnight. It wasn't about him, exactly. It was just that he was there for Billy to feel vulnerable around.

"Feel an idiot," he murmured, reaching down to pull off his socks.