Strangely, a shadow passed over Billy's face at that. Because Mark did have his attention. A little too well. Billy wanted nothing more than to be himself. Truly and completely. To let the world know who he was. Not CHAOS, just a musician. A singer. He didn't care about the fame, he just wanted to share what he could do with those he cared about.

It almost fell out of his mouth, then and there. He wanted to tell Mark everything. The truth of it all. "I...." But he stopped. And he nodded. "...I will..." he said softly.

Before Mark could question any of it, the hesitation and the look, Billy needed something drastic. So he leaned across the table, fingers curling over the back of Mark's neck, to draw him closer. And to plant a soft, gentle kiss upon the man's lips.