[That smile fades entirely now, Billy looking seriously at Nida for a long moment, chewing on his lower lip thoughtfully.]

Yeah. I do know. And, I mean, I kind of do, sometimes. You know, the nights I call after all the lights are out, when I just sort of wander off on tangents instead of actually telling a story. I just...don't want to think about things, especially some of the stuff from home, and I feel better, just rambling at you. You're easy to talk to, no matter what we're talking about.