Billy has a little laugh at that. No way Tommy needed his help in stripping. If he wasn't getting mentally keyed up by his own triggers, he'd laugh more and taunt back. Something about he'd race to help at Tommy speeds if he could.

There's a muffled groan at the tighter hug. One of relief. Billy feels like he wants to melt into it, and let the heat of his boyfriend negate all of his troubles.

"Maybe... laying down? I don't know. I don't know what would work. I wanted having you with me to be enough. It should've been enough for me. This is all fucking stupid."