Billy nodded in agreement. He had a couple of his own, though they were old now and mostly faded, but they'd also never been the worst of the scars he'd gotten in the first place. He understood that wariness. If the city hadn't been a shitshow, he would have left Mercy on a line; he wasn't risking that for any man's comfort.

Luckily, Mercy stayed down at Billy's feet, seeming to realize that he wasn't going to get any attention out of the boy behind the bar.

"Is it just you in today? Keeping this place open for people like me?"