Billy can't help the warm smile that spreads over his face. The ruthless killer as easy to coax into a nap as a child. He crawls in beside Mike, settling down under the blankets. A hand comes up to stroke Mike's cheek as asserts the time again. "Alright," Billy concedes, "Just ten." Knowing Mike would be dead asleep before they got even close.

Billy himself felt sleep tugging at him, and couldn't deny that feeling of warmth as he watched Mike. One thing he hadn't accounted for, however, was that the effect he was hoping to have on Mike would happen to him as well. Not only the drag of sleep, but the subtle effects of falling sleep together.