"That's better," he sighed. The angle wasn't perfect but it would suffice for what they needed right now; Goodnight could adjust later, when this part was finished. As the second finger sank in he rocked back to meet it, encouraging and maybe getting a bit impatient.

Memories, unbidden, from the shoot out bubbled up and pressed for some life affirming. He opened his eyes to Billy smiling, and that pressed it all down for a while longer.