[Ah... his mom. He should have figured that- nothing gets Teddy shaken up like a memory of her, one that ought to be sweet and happy but will forever be tainted by her untimely death. Billy feels a pang of sympathy and yet another wave of concern. His posture, his lowered head, the waver in his voice... all clear signs that Teddy's holding back again.
Patiently he withdraws, tugging his hands free, but instead of pulling back like it might seem at first, he nudges Teddy away from the counter to face him, lifting his hands to press them against Teddy's cheeks, resting his forehead on the blond's. The gesture is wordless, but simple enough to understand: it's okay. I'm here.]
So that's why... you're such a good cook.
[He smiles faintly, a gentle encouragement, his thumbs brushing over Teddy's skin again.]
I didn't know.
[He won't apologize- he knows it's empty and pointless, since it's not like he was doing it to hurt Teddy on purpose. But it's as unspoken addendum to everything else his hands are saying for him.]
[action, december 20th] I need like the opposite of this icon lmao
Patiently he withdraws, tugging his hands free, but instead of pulling back like it might seem at first, he nudges Teddy away from the counter to face him, lifting his hands to press them against Teddy's cheeks, resting his forehead on the blond's. The gesture is wordless, but simple enough to understand: it's okay. I'm here.]
So that's why... you're such a good cook.
[He smiles faintly, a gentle encouragement, his thumbs brushing over Teddy's skin again.]
I didn't know.
[He won't apologize- he knows it's empty and pointless, since it's not like he was doing it to hurt Teddy on purpose. But it's as unspoken addendum to everything else his hands are saying for him.]