Fuck. It seems to be the operative word of the day; Bill puts his hands on Ginny's shoulders. "Of course it felt good."

He's not sure that's making things any better. "And don't be sorry on my account, Ginny. I was your age when I..."

Stopping, he thinks the better of that. "Just... be careful. Take care of yourself. It's so easy to be drawn in by people who only want to use us then cast us aside. Just... take care of yourself. Or I'll have to go curse these people because Dad's not here, and it's my job as your eldest brother to take care of you." He rubs her shoulders. "Are you all right? You are, aren't you? Nobody hurt you?"