"Oh." Now Billy gets it. That he just kinda promised he’d do his best. But he was already doing that, wasn’t he? Keeping his temper in check, trying to yell less to people who didn’t deserve his anger.

He smiles at the kiss and loops his arms a little tighter around his boyfriend to hold on. "Okay. We can do that when we get home. Find pushpins or something to hold them up. Or nails and a hammer." A hand smooths up Tommy’s back and he looks at the speedster. "I wanna do that. With you. Add it to your room to help it feel like yours."