There's a soft "ha" of laughter as Billy can't help but agree. That life back home was arguably worse than this limbo between life and death. Even with the fresh brand on his arm- M, for murder- it's still good to be here. A roof over his head. Goody by his side.

"All the houses around here are empty. Not a lot of neighbors." Only a few he'd actually met. Some kid, a man that set his teeth on edge, the one who had given him this fine bottle of bourbon.

It was a proverbial- maybe a literal- ghost town.

He doesn't have to say that he's somewhat relieved if Vasquez decides to live next door. At least he won't have to end up sneaking out of Goody's bed before sunrise.