Frank startled, briefly, at the kiss. He didn't know why. There was an expectation of it, he supposed, especially with what was hanging in the air between them, with what had been building for months now. The kiss was soft and simple for a second, not really chaste because when had anything they'd done been chaste.

He shifted his hands and squeezed Billy close, scraped a kiss in response to Billy's.

"Let's change trains then, man," he said into the space barely between their mouths. It was hard to not fall all over himself. "Or get a cab."