[ There it is, that smile that he's been chasing. His lips against the cloth of his shoulder as Billy whispers sweet nothings in his ear. His arms are tight against his back, and Billy finds himself resting his palms on either side of him. Were they more secure, were they alone, were they not barely hidden from the world, perhaps he would allow things to progress further. Stealing kisses and fumbling with the buttons of Goody's vest until they're honeymooning again. But they should stop. No telling who might be watching.

Still, he cannot bring himself to part. To pull away from Goodnight and that smile, the quiet urgency of his hands upon his back. Instead he kisses the rim of his ear again, and keeps murmuring against it. Focusing on the future instead of the past, this life instead of the one before. ]

Never thought the two of us would have a chance to homestead. Looks like our wandering bachelor days might be over.[ A little dry humor as he kisses his cheek, keeping them so entangled. ]
Split the work for this place, 50-50.