[It's easy to tell what Billy's focusing on. With him kneeling there, Teddy leans forward - well, tries. He's caught a bit off guard by the feeling of the back of his shirt dissolving and falling away from the wings. He glances back at his shoulder, then moves them, enough for his shirt to slide down his arms and fall between his legs.]
Billy... [There's a hint of breathlessness to his tone, and laughter as well. Might as well return the favor, even though he can't magically rip up a shirt like his boyfriend did.
So, he'll just work carefully instead. Pull the shirt up, then away from the wings until they're through the holes in the fabric, then over his head, slowly, always observing to see if he needs to stop.
Once that's done with and the shirt falls on top of his own on the floor, Teddy finally does what he'd been wanting to do. He leans down, cups his hands gently around Billy's ears, then presses his forehead against his.]
Hey. We're okay.
[He slides his hands back, fingertips brushing the back of his ears, then settling against the nape of his neck.]
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Billy... [There's a hint of breathlessness to his tone, and laughter as well. Might as well return the favor, even though he can't magically rip up a shirt like his boyfriend did.
So, he'll just work carefully instead. Pull the shirt up, then away from the wings until they're through the holes in the fabric, then over his head, slowly, always observing to see if he needs to stop.
Once that's done with and the shirt falls on top of his own on the floor, Teddy finally does what he'd been wanting to do. He leans down, cups his hands gently around Billy's ears, then presses his forehead against his.]
Hey. We're okay.
[He slides his hands back, fingertips brushing the back of his ears, then settling against the nape of his neck.]
Always have been. Always will be.