Billy leaned over as Goodnight continued to huff and vibrate with his agitation. He kissed his lips, his chin, across his jaw and down his neck. If he could not make Goody believe that he could do this, than he would carry him through it. He knew what Goody was capable of, was confident in him. It filled in his chest.

He hummed, vaguely. Billy was sure that Faraday would certainly try and find plenty to occupy his interests. Drinking, maybe a couple of women. Vasquez and he kept glancing at each other so heatedly that Billy wanted to laugh at them both.