He'd feel better in the morning. Minus the hangover he was bound to have, but nothing a little coffee wouldn't cure. Something had shifted here, a line had been blurred or crossed, but Tim couldn't pinpoint it, couldn't even figure out who crossed it first. Maybe he'd figure that out in the morning, too. Or maybe he'd just ignore it. He settled into Billy's side, feeling warm and comforted with his arms wrapped around him. He was exhausted. It wouldn't take him long at all to fall asleep.