All that and more. Billy knew. He had seen the ways that Goodnight Robicheaux could navigate nearly any social interaction, that he could slide from crass soldier to silent enforcer to debonair southern gentleman and still, always, remain himself.
The touch was fleeting, but so was the way that Billy turned his head toward it. So much of what they had existed in the places between moments, and their moments seemed, to Billy, often spread too thin. To have even a brush of a touch lit him warm behind the rib cage.
He shifted his weight a little closer to where Goodnight leaned on the rail. Held out the cigarette in offering again.
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Date: 2016-10-17 05:49 am (UTC)The touch was fleeting, but so was the way that Billy turned his head toward it. So much of what they had existed in the places between moments, and their moments seemed, to Billy, often spread too thin. To have even a brush of a touch lit him warm behind the rib cage.
He shifted his weight a little closer to where Goodnight leaned on the rail. Held out the cigarette in offering again.