[Billy pauses, reaching out again - hesitates, watching for a shift in the air - then closes the distance between them, taking both of Teddy's hands in his and twining their fingers together. There is something different, he can feel it now, in the warmth of Teddy's hands and the peace in his expression, something he recognizes instantly, if only because he's been missing it all week. He looks down at their clasped hands for a moment, swinging them very gently between their bodies, then looks up to meet Teddy's eyes, smiling faintly.]

Whatever this is... you're right, you don't need it. You never did. Your world doesn't revolve around just me, Teddy. It never did, and I'd never want it to. A solar system's pretty empty with just one planet, you know.

[He leans up at the same time as he gives Teddy's hands a tug, trying to ease him down a couple inches in order to murmur into his ear.]

Let him go. Whatever you are, whoever you are... please, let him go.

[There's an underlying plea in his tone, and beneath that - deeper, harder to decipher - a threat.

Leave, or I'll find a way to drag you out]