One of the things Billy had actually looked for was a sign that Mike had an interest in men. He'd seen no sign of it. Nothing beyond Mike's usual charm that extended to everyone. It was Billy's default path. So when he found it closed off, he didn't push it further. So when Mike leaned closer, he expected softly spoken words. Or an embrace. Anything but lips on his.

He went rigid. That sinister demand of "You're not going to run, are you?" rang through his head. That look in Mike's eye. The metaphorical gun pressed under his chin. For a few terrifying beats of his heart, he was afraid to movie. He couldn't even think. Everything in him just screamed "WHY?!" trying to figure this strange turn of events out.

Carefully and with great caution, Billy placed his hand on Mike's chest and pulled back. He let all he felt show on his face. Suspicion, fear, confusion. "What are you doing?" he asked, still shaken and stunned. Worried he'd hear those words again.