[To hell with the dough; Teddy goes ahead and puts his hands against Billy's shoulder blades, a little close to the wings, and holds his boyfriend against him while he presses his mouth against the curve of his shoulder.
He doesn't like to grieve like this. It's always felt so terrible to him, so different, so - vulnerable. He's always used to feeling guarded, and that's what makes him so confident. When he's like this, every little insecurity just attacks him, and -
And if it weren't for Billy, Teddy isn't sure where he'd be today.
He may hate it, but with Billy here... It's better. He can think about how he's just a teenager and he's already lost almost everything in his life, how he isn't sure what to do without his mom, or without any of his parents for that matter. How he misses her, how he feels pathetic for crying like this when it's been months since her death, and it has to be hard for Billy too, but here he is just clinging to him and - and he knows Billy doesn't mind at all. But the thoughts just hit him anyway, making him tighten his hold a little.]
Proud? [It's muffled against Billy's shoulder, so he lowers his head free up his mouth.] I can't even make cinnamon rolls without... this.
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He doesn't like to grieve like this. It's always felt so terrible to him, so different, so - vulnerable. He's always used to feeling guarded, and that's what makes him so confident. When he's like this, every little insecurity just attacks him, and -
And if it weren't for Billy, Teddy isn't sure where he'd be today.
He may hate it, but with Billy here... It's better. He can think about how he's just a teenager and he's already lost almost everything in his life, how he isn't sure what to do without his mom, or without any of his parents for that matter. How he misses her, how he feels pathetic for crying like this when it's been months since her death, and it has to be hard for Billy too, but here he is just clinging to him and - and he knows Billy doesn't mind at all. But the thoughts just hit him anyway, making him tighten his hold a little.]
Proud? [It's muffled against Billy's shoulder, so he lowers his head free up his mouth.] I can't even make cinnamon rolls without... this.