"I do not want to put any of my clothes back on, thank you," Billy said, rather cheerily considering he was letting his eyes slide blissfully shut. He made no sound when Goodnight laced their fingers together, sighed only softly when he lifted their hands and kissed his knuckles.

He was quiet for a moment. They had, all three of them, been looking at the gun when he'd said it. But his voice had brooked no argument, and Billy didn't expect one from Faraday.

"For your pride," he murmured. It was a thin excuse for what he'd done. He tilted their hands away from Goody's mouth and kissed his knuckles in turn.