Billy wasn't entirely sure what Henry was doing over there with that little contraption of his, but he gave him a look for it nonetheless, and Henry looked, at least for the moment, apologetic. Goodnight hadn't seen. That was, maybe, for the best.

He sipped his coffee. "It was the eighth, when I got out," he said.

Helpfully, Henry chimed in, "Today is the fifteenth. So, yes. Seven whole days. What a successful reunion, no?"