"Not a bit," he replied to the inquiry about his name, with a grin that said he much preferred the nickname. "Got it when I was a kid, seemed cool at the time, then it stuck." Billy the Kid, it was. They'd been watching a lot of gunslinging documentaries on the history channel, and 'Harrison' was just something his parents called him from then on.
Billy rolled his weight back on his good leg to pour and then put everything down to offer the full glass out at Simon so he didn't have to wait while Billy shuffled back, returned the bottle to the fridge, and then shuffled forward again. "I'm waiting to figure out what normal is," he admitted, with a rueful smile. "That's not on you, man. But thanks."