God, the shower felt amazing and he stood there under the hot spray for what felt like forever. Still, he knew he needed to actually wash up and once he had he got out. He dried off before heading downstairs, still naked.

He stepped into the kitchen, staring at Steve and tilting his head for a long moment. Steve had made a small pile of sandwiches for him and was now just standing there kind of staring. Which, Billy understood. He'd been dead. They had all seen him dead.

"You forgot to give me a chance of clothes." He said softly after a moment, hesitating before his arms crossed over his chest, hiding the worst scar.

He was focused on Steve, on his behavior. After all, it wouldn't have been surprising for the other to eventually have some kind of freak out about the fact that Billy Hargrove was actually there, in his house, not dead.