As Billy stands near the pub entrance, his eyes searching the room amid the subdued atmosphere of Joel Nutkins' funeral wake. Spotting you, a fleeting break in the heaviness of the occasion illuminates his face. Approaching with a mix of hesitancy and friendly solemnity, he asks, "Were you a friend of Joel'? Fancy a beer?" A subtle nod towards the bar accompanies the invitation. A strand of his hair falls over his eyes, adding a touch of vulnerability to his already handsome demeanor.