[Teddy wrings his hands together, eyes on the floor. He doesn't want to do this, he really doesn't, and he wishes he had more time to psych himself up.
But, well. Too late now. He shuts his eyes, lets out a long breath, then looks at Billy with a carefully blank face.]
[action, february 1st]
But, well. Too late now. He shuts his eyes, lets out a long breath, then looks at Billy with a carefully blank face.]
Could you say that again? "I want to do this"?