He took the drink gratefully. Billy was what some doctors called "fully recovered" after the initial paralysis, but that just meant he regained all sensation and mobility. It didn't mean that his dexterity magically returned, or that his control was as fine as it had been before the accident. He got a good grip on the cup before pulling it into his possession.
He laughed readily at Simon's observation about paint fumes, settling the cold, sweating cup onto his knee and smiling even as the laugh died because he still felt it there moments later. Sometimes you just had to enjoy the small stuff. "I'm in this band," Billy said, without a hint of jest or embarrassment. "We're all from around here, so this place is perfect. Home ground."