Billy closed his eyes at the tender touches, a tired smile tugging his mouth. Then Frank kissed him again and he met it. He felt the words more than he heard him and they made something catch in his chest. Were they real if there was no sound behind them?

He rubbed his hand over Frank's head and kissed him again. Billy moved, slowly and reluctantly, until he kind of fell off Frank and off to the side. A tired smile lingered.

"Jesus, Frank."