For Billy, it was never as casual as it had been for Tim. But nothing ever was. He'd fallen into the pattern that was comfortable for Tim, giving him what he needed. He wasn't entirely sure when it shifted from fling to actually caring, but it hadn't been a recent development. One that he never shared with Tim for obvious reasons. But now, hiding it wasn't really an option. He made his way back over to the marshal, and took his head between his hands. A soft smile settled on his lips as he looked down at the man, something showing through that in now way belonged in anything that could be called a booty-call. "It's alright," he said at last. "Think you can eat?"