All Billy could do was smile. A soft, sympathetic, amused sort of small. As if he found every last thing that Mark did was both adorable and endearing. But that didn't even begin to describe how he truly felt. He was in awe of Mark. Especially now seeing how awkward and unsure he could be. To find someone like this in the heart of one of the most brutal cities, and surviving. Not quite thriving, but still able to follow his dreams and have so much passion that he had his camera so easy to hand.

"Just breathe," Billy said, tilting his head forward. "It's just you and me, nothin' to get nervous about. Just talk to me like..." he hesitated, trying to come up with a good example. "...like Roger. I know you've not known me very long, but I want you to be comfortable." Okay, maybe now he was starting to ramble a bit. Was it contagious?