[ That is indeed true. So many things are miracles here. He's got the largest miracle right here with him. A part of him doesn't want to let go, afraid that if he does, Billy will disappear on the wind. Disappear with the flap of the Owl's wings. He's relieved when that door is closed and they can hold hands in peace.

His brilliant smile falters. He doesn't want to be reminded. Reminded of how much of a coward he had been. How he had turned tail the night before the storm hit. He's run away and left Billy there alone. Alone to die.

He shakes his head.]

He would not stay for me, and who can wonder? He would not stay for me to stand and gaze. I shook his hand, and tore my heart in sunder, and went with half my life about my ways. [ Of course he would go and quote a poet at a time like this. ] If I really left, it would have been a half life. I realized I would have rather lived a full life next to you for however long we had.

[ He uses the hand in his to pull the man close and risk a hug. On the ground floor there is still a danger of anyone seeing them though musty curtains, but right now, he will take that risk. ] I am sorry, Billy. For dragging you to that place.