Billy Rock

"Of course I did," Billy said. He looked at Goodnight then, and the words were all unspoken. Billy would lie and bluster for Goodnight, would protect the shreds and shards of his dignity with his life, because that was who they'd become. How many nights had Goodnight woken with nightmares and had Billy there to sooth him? How many times had it been in reverse? Too many, for both of them.

"And, anyway," Billy continued, shrugging, "it's none of Faraday's business."