"Then you'll just have to go get it for me, gallant and daring." Goodnight smiled and eased back, allowing a shred of space between them. Enough that he could take a drink from the flask. Billy made him feel like a young man again, before the whole world turned to fire and ash. When things were idyllic, or at least seemed that way; when they might go on that way forever.

"You going to come inside with me? Or stand here and admire the moon til that burns your fingers?" He nodded toward the cigarette, the ember dangerously close.