Goodnight smiled after Billy, utterly fond. Once Billy disappeared into the bedroom he turned his attention back to Henry and gently squeezed his shoulder.

"Sorry, son. I didn't mean to worry you. About a week ago I was coming home from errands and... Billy was there, in the park." He shook his head because the memory still seemed surreal. The snow, Billy Rocks asking some poor soul for directions, and Goodnight barely able to make his voice work. "And even if Billy is not at all apologetic I hope he didn't shake you too badly. Can I get you tea or something."