Once again, Mark pinged off more topics than Billy could even hope to respond to. But he just smiled, listening. At the very least, he felt that strange jealously fading away. Maybe he'd just imagined it. Perhaps it was just wishing he actually could join everyone for a drink later.

Once Mark turned around Billy reached out to stop him. Both of his hands reaching for the other's shoulders. "We can go where ever you're most comfortable." That's all he said, with a small, warm smile. He was starting to worry that if Mark got any more tightly wound, something might snap. He honestly hadn't seen anyone ramble so much since Martinez' first attempt to talk to the press.