Too bad Billy didn't have his own manipulative Wiggin to boss him around and encourage him to do things like this!

Or, you know. Lucky.

Yeah, he smelled really good. Not like laundry, like how Ben smells. Tony was more, I guess kind of like candles, but more like once they're done, you know? And kind of metally. Like under a car. But in a good way. All sweaty and stuff. It was nice. And his hair was all soft and his mouth was warm and stuff.

He could keep going, Billy. SERIOUSLY. HE COULD.