Billy may look content, but Mike was not. He was confused, now, and it showed. For someone who's an alarmingly good liar and incredibly good with tactics, he seems to wear his heart on his sleeve an awful lot. Especially around Billy.

Now he wants this though. Is it because Mike had given him space? No. It was something else--because Billy stated that he was going to be professional and not... This.

That thumb across his cheek, though. Mike looks down at it, reaches up to grab it. Touch. Touch was comforting, something he enjoyed.

"...Thank you," He says eventually, fingers running over the other's knuckles. "Whatever changed your mind, thank you."