Billy hopped out of bed and looked back, groaning a bit from the fight between morals and desire. But morals won because he was a good person and he hated himself for it. "I'm really sorry. You... have no idea how sorry." Billy pulled his pants back up (with some effort) and grabbed a shirt from the floor. He pulled it on without even looking at it; he now advertised his love for being a pretty pretty princess.
He did a quick pat-down to be sure he had everything as he ran to the window, opened it, and jumped out, yelling "Shazam!" before he'd even started to fall. Then a red blur flew away, off to punch fire for being such a damn cockblocker.