"Nothing weird, at least." There was the preexisting sort of protectiveness that Frank had for all the younger folks that he'd come across in Hell, the fatherly instinct that he had with Prokopenko and Ronan and Billy. It was just--well, that underlying thing that Ronan and Prokopenko had already managed to spark, that Billy had sparked in that first text exchange, that was brighter now. More radiant.

He let himself be tugged. At least this time he wasn't waking up in the middle of the act. He moved of his own volition, though they barely managed a few steps before he grazed a hand across the small of Billy's back, the swell of his ass.

He leaned in, mouth against his ear. "You look good in these jeans."