"Who cares if they do. We're both from poor families, right? Let us live hte good life for once," Tommy laughs. Because it feels indulgent. It feels good.

He's not going to point out how they could share a room on the ship too. That's probably too much like moving in together for real.

"Hey," Tommy coos, reaching out to touch Billy's face. To cup a cheek in his hand. To turn his gaze. "Just think of it like the pop of a shaken up beer bottle, okay?"