[It's one of the things he loves about Billy; when Teddy gets upset, he doesn't make a big deal out of it despite how rarely it happens. He just holds him like this, lets him know that it's okay through touch, the thing Teddy identifies with most, and doesn't coddle him. He doesn't apologize, and why should he? It wasn't his fault, after all. If anything, it's that elf, because he's pretty sure it knows exactly what this would do.
Teddy himself wraps his arms around his boyfriend's waist, though he's careful to keep his wrists crossed and his hands away, seeing how they're covered with dough. He doesn't meet Billy's eyes, seeing how his own are shining and his vision is blurred, but at least he's not trying to move his head away and hide again.]
... Sometimes I'd cook for her. She used to work late, and I'd try to surprise her by giving her something other than take out. I wasn't all that great at it, but she always liked it when I did that.
[He smiles a little, finally allowing a few tears to fall.]
She said she used to bake cinnamon rolls with her mother, and that's why she did it with me, too. And I know that isn't true now, but it was still... special. And now...
[Now she can't do this with him, ever. And now that he thinks about it, the reason why she liked Christmas so much and doing things like this with him, it wasn't family tradition or anything. Maybe she just liked spending time with him on her few days off. That kind of makes it worse.]
[action, december 20th] And the only one that fits that description is the both of them crying
Teddy himself wraps his arms around his boyfriend's waist, though he's careful to keep his wrists crossed and his hands away, seeing how they're covered with dough. He doesn't meet Billy's eyes, seeing how his own are shining and his vision is blurred, but at least he's not trying to move his head away and hide again.]
... Sometimes I'd cook for her. She used to work late, and I'd try to surprise her by giving her something other than take out. I wasn't all that great at it, but she always liked it when I did that.
[He smiles a little, finally allowing a few tears to fall.]
She said she used to bake cinnamon rolls with her mother, and that's why she did it with me, too. And I know that isn't true now, but it was still... special. And now...
[Now she can't do this with him, ever. And now that he thinks about it, the reason why she liked Christmas so much and doing things like this with him, it wasn't family tradition or anything. Maybe she just liked spending time with him on her few days off. That kind of makes it worse.]