"Maybe better than knowing," Frank said. He wasn't not looking at Billy, but he was trying to give him space, now, as much as he could. He felt guilty for still feeling hot for him. He hated himself a little bit, and felt awful and guilty that he was taking away from Billy's pain.

He looked at him then, eye to eye, and ran his fingers over Billy's profile, along his cheek and down to his jaw. He leaned in and kissed his forehead.