"No you don't. But I knew about it all the same." He stroked Billy's cheek again before he let his hand slide down, brushing over his neck and resting on his shoulder. Goodnight just looked at him for a moment.

"C'mon, it's late." There was something resolved in the way he stood up. Goodnight blew out the candle that had been sitting on the piano when he came down. He picked up the other one and reached for Billy's hand.