Goodnight needed the companionship as badly as Billy did; this was hardly a burden. "Sleep, cher," he murmured, lips against Billy's hair. "We're alright."

He drifted off like that, manage to sleep soundly for the rest of the night in this house full of ghosts. He was awake early, but he didn't rush out of bed. He knew the sounds of this house, even if he'd been gone. No one was moving about upstairs, no rustle or whispers in the hall. They could have a few moments yet.