Billy gripped the pole near them, swayed into Frank when the car moved. He could feel his hand, and he was pretty sure he'd just fucking die if Frank applied any more pressure.

Maria knew about them, he knew that, but things were supposed to change when someone got married, right? Youthful indiscretions were left behind for-- for whatever came next.

Billy was a youthful indiscretion.

But Frank was here, and Maria knew, still. He lifted his head, looked at Frank as he stayed close. "Tell me what you want, Frankie."

Even as he said it, tucked his fingers into the top of Frank's pants, holding onto him to keep their hips close.