"Yeah, I remember," Frank said. He was wearing his wedding band right now, and he wasn't stupid. But Maria had known since that first liberty weekend during Basic, when he and Billy had gotten a hotel together and spent the weekend shitty and handsy, and things hadn't changed there.

Discretely, taking a glance at the board reading the next stop, Frank shifted his hand a little bit from Billy's hip to brush against the front of his jeans.

"She knows where I'm at," he said softly. "And where I'm at is right here. Okay? So we can keep drinking a while, if you want. If that helps."