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Teddy Altman ; APPOINTMENTS

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I know. I do. Yeah... [He can't seem to form full sentences anymore, feeling that desperation and fear overtake him, all the emotions he'd kept boiled within all day and most of the week, besides. It's good to finally let it out, to stop holding back. He's never been good at that, even with the little things; when it's important, when it matters, when it hurts like this, he needs to share it. And Teddy's the only person he won't try to hide it from, not anymore. Not ever again.] It's okay. It's okay now... we're together. We're good.

[Even if they're not, he needs to say it. He'll believe it when they're right here, like this.]

[With Billy like this, Teddy decides to close the distance between them; rather, pull Billy off of the toilet seat and to Teddy's lap, chest against chest and arms around each other, as physically close as they can get outside of making love. Billy needs to let it out, and Teddy needs to hold him. It's a gesture of seeking comfort on both ends, and it fits together so well, as it always has.]

We're good. We're here, we're together... It's okay. I'm here now. You've got me.

[Billy doesn't begrudge or resist the pull, allowing Teddy to guide him in close, his arms sliding up to wrap around his boyfriend's neck. He doesn't care if his hands hurt or if it seems too desperate or clingy. All he cares about is making sure that the comforting gesture of Teddy's isn't wasted.

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?

By knowing that you're my basket case.

[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.

Ah... right, right. Gotta cover up my fish skin.

[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.

[Teddy gives a light snort at that, his own hands moving away to take the bandages and start unraveling them. Billy might not be sitting on the toilet seat anymore, but while that is a better vantage point, Teddy is not about to complain about the new position. They're much closer like this, after all, and now that Teddy's gotten to touch Billy this much, he doesn't particularly want to stop.

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...

[And in response Billy can only stare in horror, then hastily reach out and grab the bandages - fruit-by-the-gross-what-the-hell - and yank it back. So much for relaxing.]

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.]

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Teddy Altman ; APPOINTMENTS

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