Billy had thought the same as Vasquez once, that no one would be in his life that would become as close as Goodnight had. Fate has a funny way of proving people wrong, Billy has found, and Billy just tosses Vasquez another half shrug, "He won't be, at first." Admission, and Billy is helpless but to huff a bit in laughter as he imagines Goodnight's rants, his storming about when he thinks he's been wronged. Billy once enjoyed himself watching the other man vent about the slightest inconvenience as if it were the end of the world.

Never again.

"But he should have chance to live," Billy admits slowly, his words pried out and unwilling. Billy doesn't like talking about Goodnight's nature, the truth behind the facade Goody always wore around others-- others that weren't Billy. "After having overcome his fears."