Tommy
Usually, Tommy made it into the room first. Billy would find him already asleep; strip down, crawl in beside him, tangle up in him and fall asleep himself. If he had something on his mind, he'd lay awake and watch him, or close his eyes and listen to his heart. A steady, never ending hum that never failed to lull him to sleep anyway.
Tommy was his cure all. Nothing could go wrong while Tommy was near. He felt safe with his brother. Loved and accepted, even when they were arguing. Tommy was the other half of his soul and without him, there was no existing. There was no reason to.
Kurt had told him he loved him. Billy had been doing his best to ignore it, but...With Kurt away, it was all he could think about. And it was driving him crazy.
Tired, he shrugged out of his shirt and tossed it aside. Kicked off his shoes and pulled off his pants, tossing them aside likewise before crawling into the bed - leaving a heap upon the floor. He lay down on his side and reached out to trail his fingers over Tommy's pillow.
Even if it was the same face, his face, Tommy's always relaxed him. Looking back quietly, with the same blue eyes. He closed his eyes, able to draw up the image without any difficulty. His chest eased, feeling phantom limbs weigh over him. He curled up about the empty space, slipping into sleep.