[Billy's been waiting for her, so it only takes a moment for him to open the door for her, washed and dressed yet somehow still worse for wear. He hasn't been sleeping well, and it shows. There's a little black cat held in one arm and curled up against his shoulder, purring lazily; apparently she'd caught them mid-cuddle.
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He smiles weakly at her, gesturing.]
Hey... come on in.