[Billy inhales sharply at that, eyes widening once more, and for a long moment he does nothing but stare, holding his breath. Massive crush. Massive crush? Even when he thought- when he assumed he was straight- all this time? Teddy's just as hopeless and pathetic and pining for this as he is, apparently- if all the sketches in his book are to be believed? Which they should be, because even if he can't remember drawing them or even how to draw, they've got his signature so it's totally his, and oh god he's left Teddy hanging, hasn't he?
He tries to speak, tries to say something coherent and charming and maybe even romantic, something that might echo Teddy's awkwardly adorable confession, but all he manages, in a rushed, quiet exhale of that held breath, is once again-]
Oh, good-
[And he uses their joined hands to pull Teddy closer, impulsive, doing that thing he'd really wanted to do earlier but couldn't figure out what until now: press his lips urgently against the blond's.]
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He tries to speak, tries to say something coherent and charming and maybe even romantic, something that might echo Teddy's awkwardly adorable confession, but all he manages, in a rushed, quiet exhale of that held breath, is once again-]
Oh, good-
[And he uses their joined hands to pull Teddy closer, impulsive, doing that thing he'd really wanted to do earlier but couldn't figure out what until now: press his lips urgently against the blond's.]