There's a moment where Hickey pauses, listening to what Billy's saying. Because he's right. This isn't the first mess they got into together. And honestly? This mess gave them a room over their head and usually fresh meat on the table. They could keep to themselves and not have to worry about sharing a berth, a dinner table, such close space with dozens of men. Hickey can deal with this mess.

Something that might be a smile if he worked at it more briefly crosses his face. Hickey's expression is quickly schooled back to neutral before he gives Billy a little nod.

"Y'know what? You're right. This situation's slightly miserable. But at least it's a miserable I don't mind sharing with you."