[Teddy looks at those spots for a moment, and then he scoots closer, unable to resist the urge to run his fingers over the exposed skin, both to express affection and to check for any real signs of damage. His thighs, his hips, his stomach, even his softened length - though he doesn't touch there for long, he's sure Billy's too tired to feel aroused again, after all.
And, well... Other than the usual marks he tends to leave, there's nothing. No signs of anything being painful, not even when the passion ramped up. It was just... the bed that was on the receiving end of whatever he couldn't hold back.
Whatever tension that was in his shoulders ends up relaxing, and he glances away with a half smile of his own, though it's enough for a dimple to show in his cheek. His hand remains on Billy's thigh for a moment, then slides down to his knee, just keeping contact for now, assuring himself further. It's scary even to him how capable he is of such destruction, something he's been reminded of over and over ever since he was a child. But if he can make sure that someone he holds dear and precious to him is safe, even when his emotions feel out of control, even if less sentient objects get broken in the process...
Well. What's there to be ashamed of? And if Billy's so proud of what he made Teddy do...
Maybe he's a little proud of himself, too. Not for destroying the bed, god no. That'll always be a source of embarrassment, Hulkling or not. But defying what he was so afraid of at the start of all this... That, he can be proud of.]
Heh... I've got more control that I thought. [And after a glance at the wall:] More or less.
[action, february 23rd]
And, well... Other than the usual marks he tends to leave, there's nothing. No signs of anything being painful, not even when the passion ramped up. It was just... the bed that was on the receiving end of whatever he couldn't hold back.
Whatever tension that was in his shoulders ends up relaxing, and he glances away with a half smile of his own, though it's enough for a dimple to show in his cheek. His hand remains on Billy's thigh for a moment, then slides down to his knee, just keeping contact for now, assuring himself further. It's scary even to him how capable he is of such destruction, something he's been reminded of over and over ever since he was a child. But if he can make sure that someone he holds dear and precious to him is safe, even when his emotions feel out of control, even if less sentient objects get broken in the process...
Well. What's there to be ashamed of? And if Billy's so proud of what he made Teddy do...
Maybe he's a little proud of himself, too. Not for destroying the bed, god no. That'll always be a source of embarrassment, Hulkling or not. But defying what he was so afraid of at the start of all this... That, he can be proud of.]
Heh... I've got more control that I thought. [And after a glance at the wall:] More or less.