[It doesn't take long for it to click, for Billy to see exactly what Teddy's trying to show him. He's given enough of his attention to that particular part of Teddy's body - for more reasons than merely intimacy - to know it better than any other, besides his face. He knows every curve, every contour, every muscle. Every scar.
Now, though? There are no scars. And Billy feels more than hears the choked noise that escapes his lips then, and he reaches out almost desperately to brush his hands over the exposed skin, shoulders shaking a little. Oh god, he is so going to start crying again.
This time, though... he's happy. He's so, so happy. They're gone. No leftover wounds from that horrible day, no shift in texture of the skin when he touches it. No tiny lines to remind them of what they'd gone through every time there's a mirror nearby.
It feels like... real freedom, in a way. A release.]
[action, sept 25th]
Now, though? There are no scars. And Billy feels more than hears the choked noise that escapes his lips then, and he reaches out almost desperately to brush his hands over the exposed skin, shoulders shaking a little. Oh god, he is so going to start crying again.
This time, though... he's happy. He's so, so happy. They're gone. No leftover wounds from that horrible day, no shift in texture of the skin when he touches it. No tiny lines to remind them of what they'd gone through every time there's a mirror nearby.
It feels like... real freedom, in a way. A release.]