It’s midnight, the moon was covered by the clouds but it was just light enough to see the road. Even the street lights were dim. Due to Billzo recently coming depression and hanging out with people more, he’s been coming over a lot. And right now, you had your LED lights dimmed to a soft purple. Billzo was laying against your chest, his head on your collarbone or just under you chin. Every now and then Billzo would look up at you and softly smile, his voice as smooth and soft as could be…