[I don't know, I don't understand, who is he talking about, I'm not hearing anything, what...
But...
Teddy's so tense that he practically feels like he can't even move his shoulders, how it looked like Billy hadn't been breathing at first, how it threw him back like a rag doll, how it made him so worried, how it -
It -
Teddy blinks hard and shakes his head, then keeps it turned to the side while he keeps his eyes squeezed shut. He finally breaks the grip that Billy has on him as well, if only so that he can clench his fist and fight.
He wanted to be devoted with all of his heart and mind and soul.
But all he's doing is hurting him and driving him away. And everyone else, too...
Finally, he relaxes, the tension bleeding out of him as he finally opens his eyes, though he still keeps his head turned away. He feels like moving, and since he doesn't want to break whatever sort of peace has come over him, he gets up and moves. It's nothing worrying - just a pace, walking back and forth. Yet there's no worry to his steps; in fact, there seems to be a sort of rhythm to the way his feet fall.]
Yeah... I can hear it. Sometimes I even talk back to it. I don't know what it is, but ever since all that stuff happened...
[At the thought of it all, Teddy presses his fingers against his temples. God, he can feel that voice starting to come back, even if the presence itself is finally a distance away, just watching.]
Billy, you're the best thing that ever happened to me. You turned my life completely around, and you were there when it fell to pieces. You gave me a family. You're the only one I really know in this world.
[He bites his lip and looks up at the ceiling, the hand falling away from his head to curl into a fist while he crosses his arms over his aching chest.]
After we got Twila out of you, it just felt like... everything and everyone was out to get you. It felt like I wasn't... doing enough. Like I wasn't devoted enough...
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[I don't know, I don't understand, who is he talking about, I'm not hearing anything, what...
But...
Teddy's so tense that he practically feels like he can't even move his shoulders, how it looked like Billy hadn't been breathing at first, how it threw him back like a rag doll, how it made him so worried, how it -
It -
Teddy blinks hard and shakes his head, then keeps it turned to the side while he keeps his eyes squeezed shut. He finally breaks the grip that Billy has on him as well, if only so that he can clench his fist and fight.
He wanted to be devoted with all of his heart and mind and soul.
But all he's doing is hurting him and driving him away. And everyone else, too...
Finally, he relaxes, the tension bleeding out of him as he finally opens his eyes, though he still keeps his head turned away. He feels like moving, and since he doesn't want to break whatever sort of peace has come over him, he gets up and moves. It's nothing worrying - just a pace, walking back and forth. Yet there's no worry to his steps; in fact, there seems to be a sort of rhythm to the way his feet fall.]
Yeah... I can hear it. Sometimes I even talk back to it. I don't know what it is, but ever since all that stuff happened...
[At the thought of it all, Teddy presses his fingers against his temples. God, he can feel that voice starting to come back, even if the presence itself is finally a distance away, just watching.]
Billy, you're the best thing that ever happened to me. You turned my life completely around, and you were there when it fell to pieces. You gave me a family. You're the only one I really know in this world.
[He bites his lip and looks up at the ceiling, the hand falling away from his head to curl into a fist while he crosses his arms over his aching chest.]
After we got Twila out of you, it just felt like... everything and everyone was out to get you. It felt like I wasn't... doing enough. Like I wasn't devoted enough...