Billy just rolled his eyes and smiled under Frank's kisses. It felt good to be held, and he hated the quiet part of him whispering that it wouldn't last. He'll leave you, too.

He huffed a quiet laugh at the idea of little Frank Castle touching dicks to piss off God. Billy nudged their foreheads together.

"Yeah, me and God haven't been on speaking terms since before puberty. After that I didn't really give a shit who said anything was right or wrong."