There was someone in the apartment. That alone made him feel better. The fact that it was Billy even more so, though that also created another sort of nervousness as well. The quiet alternative rock kept playing as he got cups out in the kitchen.
"All plain white dishes. There really wasn't a whole lot of imagination used when they set it up, but it's better than nothing." He shrugged. "Um, not that I'm talented with anything like that. Uh, I don't put anything in my coffee, but if you do, I have sugar and milk." Once he knew what he wanted in his coffee, he brought it to him, then sat.
How to start? He looked down into his coffee, dipped a finger into it and watched the ripples on its surface, a thoughtless motion, really.
"So... now that I'm feeling a little less... you know, we should probably talk about some things..."