[The fact that Billy knows with Teddy not having to say a word is just one of the many things he loves about him. He would've gladly said what it meant to him, but he doesn't have to. There are bruises and cuts and scars deep within him that he's kept carefully hidden for so long, long enough that keeping them covered takes no effort at all, and revealing them feels like pouring salt all over a reopened wound.
With Billy, he doesn't even have to do it. As self-thinking as Billy can be sometimes, he can spend this much time with Teddy and just know. Take one look at a buried scar and know the reason for it and accept it. Perhaps not understand it, but still accept that it's there and a part of him that may never fade, maybe even dare to do a bit of healing of his own.
And Teddy knows what this meant for Billy, too; it wasn't nearly as deep, and he's honestly glad for that. He wanted Teddy's other form, one intended for battle and nothing more, just as much as Teddy himself, because that is Teddy, nothing more and nothing less. Billy had said it enough times for Teddy to believe it, but to really act on it, show it rather than hear it...
God. How did Teddy find his other half so early in his life?
With those thoughts, Teddy moves his hand from Billy's cape to trace against his jawline, lips nuzzling against his hair before he lowers his head once more, now to rest his forehead against his boyfriend's. Just watching, just looking, just treasuring this person he's found and losing himself in those brown eyes that so easily held his world.]
... I love you. I don't know how else to say it...
[Not just "I love you", but "I'll love you forever, I want to fall asleep with you every night, I want to wake up with you, I want to fly with you, I want to walk and hold your hand with you, I want to grow up with you, I want to grow old with you." It's probably a little too early to say things like that though, both in terms of their age and his own maturity on the subject of a deep love like this. Because, seriously. Sickening.]
[action, february 23rd]
With Billy, he doesn't even have to do it. As self-thinking as Billy can be sometimes, he can spend this much time with Teddy and just know. Take one look at a buried scar and know the reason for it and accept it. Perhaps not understand it, but still accept that it's there and a part of him that may never fade, maybe even dare to do a bit of healing of his own.
And Teddy knows what this meant for Billy, too; it wasn't nearly as deep, and he's honestly glad for that. He wanted Teddy's other form, one intended for battle and nothing more, just as much as Teddy himself, because that is Teddy, nothing more and nothing less. Billy had said it enough times for Teddy to believe it, but to really act on it, show it rather than hear it...
God. How did Teddy find his other half so early in his life?
With those thoughts, Teddy moves his hand from Billy's cape to trace against his jawline, lips nuzzling against his hair before he lowers his head once more, now to rest his forehead against his boyfriend's. Just watching, just looking, just treasuring this person he's found and losing himself in those brown eyes that so easily held his world.]
... I love you. I don't know how else to say it...
[Not just "I love you", but "I'll love you forever, I want to fall asleep with you every night, I want to wake up with you, I want to fly with you, I want to walk and hold your hand with you, I want to grow up with you, I want to grow old with you." It's probably a little too early to say things like that though, both in terms of their age and his own maturity on the subject of a deep love like this. Because, seriously. Sickening.]