"Man, I should ask for my closet next year. Put you in all my clothes." Wouldn't that be a sight? Billy would probably have to excuse himself seeing Tommy dressed in his jacket, shorts, and sunglasses. "You'll have to find something bulky of yours I can wear."

Finally, Billy pulls back enough to get the blanket off of their heads. It pools around their waists and then he realizes he can breathe again. It was getting too hot under it, and this wasn't the night for that. Too many memories of hot saunas and suffocating heat. He's still alive, and in full control of his mind. He's still Billy Hargrove. "Too hot having it like that. Usually wouldn't... wouldn't be a problem, but not tonight."

His hand rubs up and down Tommy's back again, but mostly for himself, for the soothing motion of it.