Billy started to protest. Between the booze and the blood loss, Tim was going to need energy to make up for it all. But those fingers on his wrist softened his resolve and he let go of the argument. His other hand reached up to brush his thumb across Tim's cheek. "Alright," he said softly, before setting to ridding of his vest. Tossing it aside, he climbed into bed beside Tim, his movements smooth and gentle as if worried he might disturb the wounded man beside him.