"If we had thought this out more I would have taken my boots off first," Goodnight laughed as he leaned on the edge of the bed to get one, then other off so he could get his pants off. As he worked he looked at the picture Billy made, draped over the bed. Their bodies both spoke of histories of violence, much of it before they had ever met each other.
He climbed onto the bed and leaned over Billy. Goody shifted his weight to one hand, used the other to stroke back Billy's dark hair; he had noticed in the passing years the way his hair began to take on more gray. Billy's hadn't yet, at least not that he'd seen.
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Date: 2016-10-18 02:22 am (UTC)He climbed onto the bed and leaned over Billy. Goody shifted his weight to one hand, used the other to stroke back Billy's dark hair; he had noticed in the passing years the way his hair began to take on more gray. Billy's hadn't yet, at least not that he'd seen.