Ah, shit. He was clinging to Kat now, his arms wrapped tight around her waist, and he was crying. He'd never gotten anything like this back home. His mom had fallen apart and his dad was broken inside ever since Georgie had died, and neither one of them thought to check on the other, never mind see how their remaining son was doing. The little ghost in the yellow slicker had torn Bill's family apart, and all because one rainy afternoon, Bill had made his brother a newspaper boat and sent him out into the street to die.
But he said nothing of this to Kat. Not now. She was offering him the one thing he wanted - people who cared - and if he said a word... well, to be honest, he wouldn't be able to at the moment anyway, but that wasn't the point. If he explained further, Kat wouldn't be so quick to offer help. So he just clung to her.