The good life. Something he could have here. All the good things he could have. Better relationships with the people he knew, and someone he could have all for himself.

Billy doesn't move to acknowledge the gentle coo to him, and his face is rigid with tension under that careful hand. But soft pressure is what he gives into, and he looks back to the speedster. "A beer bottle," the blond repeats quietly. "It's not out there?" It can't be. There's too many people and they're in space. And Tommy's here.