[It's the reason why Teddy's talking to him and not just holding Billy quietly; he knows that he needs to hear his voice. Even if it's just words, murmured ones of comfort and nonsense, it's enough. After the war, this had happened a few times, and though Teddy still feels like he doesn't know what to do when this happens, he's done his best, and he's learned.
And he mentally clings to all of this, too. Feeling Billy in his arms and not seeing him trapped, knowing that his reactions are only coming from memories and not seeing his face twist in pain from the slow, slow way that madman pierced the devices through his ears. Teddy's holding him, not straining with all of his might against his own bonds and feeling absolutely helpless and useless. The sobs he hears is from the memories and not from pain, the chanting is to reassure himself and not to desperately make the warden stop, stop the cutting and slicing and over and over and over -
They're okay. We're okay.]
It's okay, it's okay... B, what happened? Can you tell me? I'm here.
[action, sept 25th]
And he mentally clings to all of this, too. Feeling Billy in his arms and not seeing him trapped, knowing that his reactions are only coming from memories and not seeing his face twist in pain from the slow, slow way that madman pierced the devices through his ears. Teddy's holding him, not straining with all of his might against his own bonds and feeling absolutely helpless and useless. The sobs he hears is from the memories and not from pain, the chanting is to reassure himself and not to desperately make the warden stop, stop the cutting and slicing and over and over and over -
They're okay. We're okay.]
It's okay, it's okay... B, what happened? Can you tell me? I'm here.