Billy came out of the shower to the smell of coffee and breakfast. He wrapped a towel around his waist and headed out to the kitchen, smiling when he saw Frank there. It felt domestic as fuck, and that was a feeling he'd never thought he'd have.

"Could get used to this," he said with a little grin that felt more vulnerable than he wanted it to. Getting used to things never worked out for him; he was afraid to start now.