They slept. It was a heavy, long sleep, and when Frank woke, Billy's head was still on his chest and the sun was on the foot of the bed. He was still, quiet. He breathed in the smell of Billy's hair, the sharp smell of his pomade still lingering there.
He ran his fingers gently up and down Billy's spine.
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Date: 2018-08-02 04:00 am (UTC)He ran his fingers gently up and down Billy's spine.