Admit to anything beyond companionship? Billy had a better chance coming back to life. He knows that their relationship is a crime against nature, punishable by death, a sin that he willingly repeats with every kiss he might steal. And he knows the difference in their statuses, the questions it would raise. No, their affair is a quiet one, kept behind closed doors and to subtle looks and the smallest of touches.

All the same he fetches glasses. One for him, one for Vasquez, and one for ice that is so conveniently stored in the icebox with no need to chip away at it or harvest it from some lake.

Water for him. Bourbon for Vasquez.

"I'll have to take the whiskey next time I go to the saloon." He smirks slightly as he brings the bottle, the glasses, and sets them all on the low table before the sofa and chairs.
"Welcome to the boarding house of Penance."