Frank sighed softly and ran his fingers gently over Billy's hair, cupping the back of his head. He was drawn in when he did shit like that, tempted to climb right back into bed and not get back out.

He'd promised him breakfast, and he would provide. Gently, making a low, suffering noise, Frank pulled away.

"I'll pick something good up," he promised. He found his jeans, and his shirt, and pulled both on without anything underneath. "You're a menace. I'll be back in a bit, yeah?"