Billy can't help the smile that spreads over his face when Mark says the letter was sincere. It was one of the first things to reach anyone that truly came from his heart. He had to reach under his glasses to rub at his eye before anything happened. But he quickly covered it as though he were merely adjusting his sunglasses.

"Of course!" He said, perhaps a bit too quickly. He really wanted to see both Mark and Roger again. If just to hear Roger play, properly. To chip away at Mark's cynicism. And maybe, just maybe, finding a way to tell them the truth, if they prove to be as great as they seemed. "I mean, I haven't been in the city long, so I don't know many people. I'd really like to see you both again."

As Billy got himself situated on the bike, he wrapped his arms tightly around Mark, trying to play it off needing to get his balance. But he'd forgotten just how good human contact felt. True, genuine contact. He was reluctant to let go. But he settled his hands on Mark's shoulders. "Ready," he said.