It was the train screeching and rattling as it came to a stop that would wake him, blue eyes blinking slowly in confusion and head lifting away from Tony, a blush colouring his cheeks. His body was stiff, and sore, but the sleep had done him good.
He pressed a hand to Tony's chest, shaking his gently to rouse him, and he couldn't help the hopeful smile that had found its way to his face that that they were out of danger. "We're stopping, Sir," he murmured, pulling from his grasp.
In short time the cart was as empty and bare as though they'd never been there, Billy and Tony left on the crowded arrivals platform, quite unsure what to do with themselves now.