[Since his hands are otherwise occupied, Billy leans forward and tilts his head to nuzzle it against Teddy's, his lips resting in the blond's hair for a long moment. He can tell by the tone that Teddy's not happy, and by his words, even if the mention of it had been brief, he can still recognize why. He'd feel the same way if their roles were reversed; he'd felt it before, after all, seeing Teddy get hurt or taken away and being helpless to prevent it.]
...Hey. It's okay, it's not your fault. I felt better knowing you were safe while I was there.
[Not that it felt great, getting locked up in some grimy science lab, but at least the last image of the village hadn't been Teddy fighting the bots, or lying unconscious somewhere, or worse.
He shudders briefly, wishing he'd pulled back beforehand, but too little too late. He should be focusing on the injuries, and Teddy's good work, not horrible what-ifs.]
[action, may 21st]
...Hey. It's okay, it's not your fault. I felt better knowing you were safe while I was there.
[Not that it felt great, getting locked up in some grimy science lab, but at least the last image of the village hadn't been Teddy fighting the bots, or lying unconscious somewhere, or worse.
He shudders briefly, wishing he'd pulled back beforehand, but too little too late. He should be focusing on the injuries, and Teddy's good work, not horrible what-ifs.]