"Hey, Jersey boy," Frank said, a soft laugh. Billy's accent was soft and rolled out and heavy just then, out of control in his mouth, and Frank loved it. He bent down a little bit and kissed his forehead. He didn't go much further, because he had morning breath.

Even though he'd been hoping for all of this to happen, he hadn't packed any sort of overnight bag, and he was feeling a little self-conscious about that now. That was fucking stupid.