Billy's smile grew at the accusation, broad and warm and completely unapologetic. The smile of a man who knew exactly what he was doing, even if he got caught in his own trap. "Might've been intentional..." he murmured.

He shifted, moving more onto his side so he could nuzzle closer to Mike. Dinner could wait. Because dinner meant moving out from under the covers. And after the night before, and the roller coaster of his thoughts since he'd woken up, the warm bliss beneath the blankets was quite possibly the best feeling in the world right then. "I'll buy everyone pizza," he offered, tucking his head against Mike's shoulder.