Teddy Altman ; APPOINTMENTS

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[Action, January 1st]
Thank you!
[action, may 21st]
[Even if they're not, he needs to say it. He'll believe it when they're right here, like this.]
[action, may 21st]
We're good. We're here, we're together... It's okay. I'm here now. You've got me.
[action, may 21st]
He really does have the best boyfriend ever.
Eventually he eases off, somewhat reluctant but recognizing that he can't just sit and weep about it, not with Teddy doing so much for him. It can't have been easy for the blond this week, either - a different kind of suffering, one of longing and worry instead of that familiar, dreary fear. And sometimes enough really is enough; he feels pathetic, but at least now he feels safe. That's good enough for him.
He half lifts a hand to wipe it across his eyes and nose, then thinks better of it - Teddy just washed them after all - and snags a tissue instead, smiling weakly.]
God, sorry... I've been such a basket case lately. How do you put up with me again?
[action, may 21st]
[Teddy returns the smile, albeit a stronger one, and leans his forehead against Billy's once he's done wiping his face, his hand sliding from his hair to cup his cheek instead. He's missed him. He's missed him so much, and it took all he had to not "hulk out" and pound his fists against the barrier. It's bad enough that he punched the nearest wall hard enough to make a hole and cracks along the wall to appear, though it's likely already fixed by now. And now Billy's here, warm and safe in his arms, looking like a mess and yet still utterly beautiful to Teddy. And...
And oh, his hands. He'd been so caught up with just keeping him close that he'd almost forgotten about that.
He strokes Billy's cheekbone gently a few times, then pulls his head back while he slides his hand down to touch Billy's wrist.]
Not to ruin the moment or anything, but I think I need to finish treating you.
[action, may 21st]
[Billy turns his hands around, giving them a light wriggle, then winces and regrets it immediately. Feeling sheepish now, he offers them out to Teddy to do with them what he will. It'll be a relief to have them finished and in better shape so they can get out of the bathroom and cuddle up somewhere more comfortable.]
Carry on, Nurse Altman. I promise not to interrupt this time.
[action, may 21st]
Once he actually starts the treatment, he's careful and gentle, his movements much more precise and sure now that he knows what he's doing. Soon, one hand is done, wrapped much more securely yet still loose enough for Billy to move it if he wants to.
As for the other one, well... as soon as he unravels that bandage, he can feel the magic overtake it more than see it, and when he glances down, he sees that instead of a bandage he's holding, it looks more like a fruit-by-the-foot now.]
... Huh.
[Well, he certainly can't do anything with this. Except nibble a bit at the end, eyes glancing up in contemplation.]
Even tastes the same, wow...
[action, may 21st]
Oh my god did you just- oh my god, Teddy, don't eat that! What if it changes back in your stomach!? Spit it out!
[He hunches over the bandages, muttering under his breath - "iwantittoturnbackiwantittoturnbackiwantittoturnback" - though god knows what it could turn into next.]