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[Billy has never thought of himself as one of those obsessive stalker boyfriends who needs to be attached at the hip to his significant other at all times. Really, he'd always figured they were pretty good about mutual space. A two-month separation with the potential of spending years in this place without seeing Teddy again is, however, apparently the trigger he'd needed to become one, so after one too many looks from Teddy - some patient, others not so much - he'd officially gotten himself banished from the apartment for the afternoon after too much worried lurking. Which is... not the greatest thing ever on a hot day like today, but ten minutes down the road he realizes that, yeah, he'd been a little ridiculous, either blowing off his responsibilities or dragging Teddy along for the ride. He's happy and eager to have Teddy here, but they'd lived separate lives at least half the time back home; no reason for that to not continue here as well.
It's just hard to let go after you've missed someone for that long.
Still, that's how he finds himself out and about for around five hours today, doing the following (in no particular order):
- a late lunch at Seventh Heaven
- searching around the library for comic books
- combat practice in the Battle Dome (with or without his trusty new teacher)
While at the library, a few sketches find their way into his journal, more or less like the following: this, this, and this. Some time afterwards, a scribbled message appears below.]
What are some good ways to deal with bad dreams?
[Once he's finished all his daily stuff, he'll be bringing groceries home around dinner time, in the hopes that he's allowed. Feel free to run into him at any time.]
It's just hard to let go after you've missed someone for that long.
Still, that's how he finds himself out and about for around five hours today, doing the following (in no particular order):
- a late lunch at Seventh Heaven
- searching around the library for comic books
- combat practice in the Battle Dome (with or without his trusty new teacher)
While at the library, a few sketches find their way into his journal, more or less like the following: this, this, and this. Some time afterwards, a scribbled message appears below.]
What are some good ways to deal with bad dreams?
[Once he's finished all his daily stuff, he'll be bringing groceries home around dinner time, in the hopes that he's allowed. Feel free to run into him at any time.]
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Right... I'll give it a try then, I guess. Thanks for the advice.
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You really think this is something worth bothering a doctor about? It's not like I'm hurt or anything.
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[He's not a therapy case, his mother would be so ashamed.]
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Do you want to talk about it? That alone can work wonders.
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It's kind of... involved. And hard to explain.
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Trust me, it only hurts them a lot more when you don't. [AND HE SEES YOU DOWN THERE, MARCO, GOSH.]
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Well, Teddy probably hasn't been here long enough to notice, but he will eventually if this keeps up. Maybe it's time.]
This kind of thing doesn't just go away eventually, does it.
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I do have someone I can talk to, so there's that.
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I hope things get better for you. By the way, my name is Ace. Nice to meet you.
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Nice to meet you, too- and thanks again for your help. I'm Billy.
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[He feels a bit silly, calling them nightmares.]
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Don't worry, though. I doubt you're the only one here who's had nightmares.
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[Mind you, his own have been somewhat long term, but not really frequent until the draft. Funny how these things go.]
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