[Billy shudders under his touch - in part out of relief, in part because the distraction of Teddy's naked chest is doing wonders for the tightness of his pants - and curls his fingers slightly against the other boy's stomach, his posture relaxing.]
I know. I know that.
[He could say more to that, go into detail about how that experience has affected him, affected their relationship, made him more protective, more needy, more frightened of that inability to protect- of losing Teddy.
But he doesn't need to. Teddy knows. Teddy knows everything because he was there, he'd lived it, he'd been there afterwards. Because he'd been okay.
They'd been okay.
Always have been. Always will be.
So rather than saying any of that, he pushes those thoughts aside and tilts his head enough to press their lips together instead, the kiss desperate, deep, and needy. He'll say whatever he feels needs to be said like that.]
[action]
I know. I know that.
[He could say more to that, go into detail about how that experience has affected him, affected their relationship, made him more protective, more needy, more frightened of that inability to protect- of losing Teddy.
But he doesn't need to. Teddy knows. Teddy knows everything because he was there, he'd lived it, he'd been there afterwards. Because he'd been okay.
They'd been okay.
Always have been. Always will be.
So rather than saying any of that, he pushes those thoughts aside and tilts his head enough to press their lips together instead, the kiss desperate, deep, and needy. He'll say whatever he feels needs to be said like that.]