Henry watched them, doctoring his coffee. He flushed a little bit at the implication of their intimacy, the teasing of it; Goodnight hadn't given him details, but he'd been awful plain about their first encounter, and Henry appreciated the attempt at discretion on Billy's behalf.

"I think I'm fine without the finer details," he said, crossing back over to the other side of the counter and trying not to watch them too intently. It was just--well. He didn't think he'd seen Goodnight this happy in the month he'd been in Darrow.