The moment of closeness and comfort ticked by, making the world turn slower, every second worth it. All without Billy trying to make a move as well. As all good things however, it had to end, Billy peeling Lyrin off him to work. His opposition to help getting picked at little by little as Billy's sluggish mathematics nagged at Lyrin. It wasn't that Billy was consistently wrong, but the gap was obvious.
While Lyrin tried to wriggled into a position to be useful,, Billy plopped his book on his deck, rubbing his eyes. "What are we doing for the Winter?" He said as if it would stall Lyrin from his fussing.