[ Goodnight had been about to test out this running water thing when Billy's voice stops him short. He turns, a quizzical look on his face, brows knit. His eyes glance about for danger. Billy told him to hold on and usually that was important. Usually that meant to slow down and take stock and be prepared for sudden violence.

But there's no one but them in the house and Billy's hand is on his face. He leans against the press of that leather glove. A touch he had been certain he would never feel again. Their last moments together a few stolen seconds of warmth before the shooting started that hadn't been nearly enough. But now there is. There's time and Goody's heart flutters a little in his chest when lips touch his.

He kisses back immediately, turning into Billy, wrapping arms around him. Holding him like he had wanted so badly to upon his return to the battle. Claiming back the place that is his alone, at Billy's side. And though this place is fully strange, in this moment, Goodnight feels more at home than he's ever felt. When he parts, it's to press their forehead's together, a soft smile on his lips. So he can say the words he hadn't been able to say back then. ] I'm back, Billy. I'm back and I'll never run off on you again. Never. No matter how bad it gets, you're stuck with me.