The extend silence made Billy's pulse seem to echo in his ears, and he swallowed anxiously, scrubbing a palm over the back of his neck. He watched the woman come and go, and after an uncertain beat he reached to fill his cup.
He shook his head quickly to the first question. "No." His mother would have killed him. He looked up again, finally really trying to hold Sitwell's gaze. "Is...is he going to be okay?"