"You plannin' on usin' them all tonight?" Frank asked, voice soft ad lazy now, verging toward sleep because they'd had a fair amount to drink and they'd worked themselves to a peak twice.

He ran his knuckles against Billy's shoulder gently. He hadn't asked when Maria wanted him back, though he supposed he didn't have days to disappear into Billy's sheets. In the morning, he'd check in with her and see where things stood. A blessing beforehand was one thing; it was another on the other side of things.