It had been his idea at one point to outright seduce Mike. To not only earn his trust, but a way into the man's bed. But he'd pushed the idea to the back burner. First because of Paige, second because he wasn't entirely sure Mike as interested in men in that way. And those hands on his shirt, Mike's tone, it was all a perfect set up. The sort of situation he could turn into something very useful.

And yet, that was the furthest thing from his mind. Because when he looked down at those hands, all he saw was the blood that had been on them. Drenched in it, like he'd run his hands through the blood on the bed. Carefully, he reached up to urge Mike's hands away, his own hands resting on the man's forearms. Not touching where the blood had been.

"If it's all the same to you, I'd rather be alone right now..." His voice wasn't exactly cold, but it was very much detached. As he started to realize just how little he knew Mike.

Billy prided himself on reading people. Picking up the things people thought they'd hid. And yet in all the time they'd spent together, he hadn't seen even a glimmer of what he'd seen tonight. And if he didn't know Mike, he couldn't do his job. He couldn't stay on task. Not until he got his head on straight.