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[At first, Teddy's lips part to say something. But his voice catches in his throat, barely letting out a sound.

It should be so easy to say something else. Reassure him, of course it wasn't you, I was stupid and fought a zombie to protect you and that's how it happened. It was easy to do with everyone else, back at home. It's fine, you didn't do anything wrong. I'm okay, you don't have to say you're sorry.

...

It used to be easy, before he met Billy. Now he can't even do it.]

You... Billy, it wasn't your fault. The virus took control of you. [Which, he knows, answers his question for him.]

[The pause is telling enough, so even before Teddy answers, Billy braces himself for bad news. This is exactly what he'd been afraid of- what he'd asked Loki to prevent, if he could. That he'd get bitten and turn, that he'd hurt someone... that it would be Teddy.

His hand lingers on Teddy's arm, keeping the touch light to prevent hurting him, but wanting to do something- stroke it, soothe it, apologize a million times as if that would fix anything... he feels sick, suddenly, knowing that he'd attacked his best friend and boyfriend because of some stupid disease.]

Teddy...

[God, how does he even apologize for this? Teddy said it wasn't his fault, but he still feels plenty guilty.]

[A part of him feels relieved and good that he didn't try covering it up, but the other part of him is overwhelming, almost sick with that feeling of wanting to soothe things over, make things better, try something...

But there isn't much else to do, is there?]

Hey... [So he traces his fingers back instead, until he can touch a certain spot on Billy's head lightly, a knot that's still there.] I'm the one who gave you this and knocked you out before you could do anything else. We both kind of beat each other up here. [Which, incidentally, he still feels guilty about.]

[Billy winces very slightly at the touch, more from surprise than actual pain, since Teddy was gentle about it. He'd forgotten about that in his worries.]

Ha... I was wondering where that came from. That was you, huh?

[He recognizes what Teddy is trying to do, and is immediately grateful for it, even if the fact that they'd both been forced to hurt each other is still pretty horrifying. But at least Teddy had managed to stop him before it went too far.

He tries for a smile, and somehow manages to muster up a little one, tremulous but grateful and sincere.]

We suck so much right now. How did we ever get this uncool?

You act as if we were actually cool in the first place.

[Teddy doesn't care if they actually do get on the Avengers team or become X-Men and Teen Titans and Fantastic Four and whatever else they can weasel their way into; they're still a couple of teenagers who don't really know what they're doing half the time.

But he manages a smile as well, small, yet relieved and true, and he moves his fingers to brush them across Billy's forehead.]

As soon as we get out of here, we'll work on being cool again. Promise.

We were sort of cool. Comparatively speaking.

[Assuming they're comparing themselves to normal fanboys, anyway. Being a teenage super hero must sit somewhere between nerds and normal on the spectrum of coolness in their glorious education system. Not that they're allowed to gloat about it- secret identities and all...

Sighing quietly, Billy lifts his hand to grasp Teddy's, tugging it downwards to press it against his lips. In his position he can't do much, but he wants to do something to return the comfort he's drawing from Teddy.]

I think I'm okay with being uncool, if it means we can rest for a while.

I think I'm okay with it, too.

[It's occurred to Teddy that, with all this chaos going on and with him being so afraid for both Billy's and his own life, he hasn't gotten any good sleep for over twenty four hours, and the restless nap he took before Billy tried to sneak away didn't count. Now that things are finally calming down, and he's assured that everything's okay, he's exhausted, and he's feeling it.]

Do you mind if I...? [He shifts his weight, sliding his legs just slightly before looking down at Billy for affirmation. Even if he just stays awake until they get back to the apartment, he'd at least like to look at his boyfriend without looking down at him or seeing his face upside down.]

Ah- yeah, of course.

[Billy shifts cautious aside to make room for Teddy to lie down. it might be a little squished, but they can certainly manage. This isn't the first time they've done this, either, which makes him frown a bit.]

Brings back memories, huh...

[Teddy pauses, having managed to get the pillow under Billy's head while sliding around. Yeah... It does bring back memories. One layed up in a clinic bed, the other hovering worriedly over them.

He completes the motion after that, until he's resting on his good side and moving his other arm just slightly, as much as he can with the splint around it, to rest on Billy's stomach. See, it's not useless, and it's been feeling better and better while time passes.]

Yeah... Looks like we switched, though.

[Billy cautiously curls up against Teddy's body once he's settled, careful with the blond's arm as well as his own leg, lips quirking again. It's true- though they were both sporting lovely head wounds instead of burned wings. He's not sure what's better.]

We really need to stop meeting like this.

I'll keep that in mind when I've got my sketchbook out, then.

[His own lips quirk up at that, and he tilts his head forward to touch his covered forehead against Billy's. While being this close, Teddy looks into those brown eyes for a moment, that beautiful brown color, clear and quietly amused and fond, and then he shuts his own just to revel in it. It's such a relief to see them like that.]

We really do. Bet it'd make a good fanfic, though.

Mm. I'd ship us.

[Teddy's focus makes him a bit shy, smiling faintly and lowering his eyes, chuckling softly under his breath. This is what he needed- what they both needed. This comfort and the embracing and the company and just- this blanket of safety, draping over the both of them as they get used to returning to normal, or at least as close to normal as Luceti gets. He needs Teddy pressed up against him, his breath on his lips, that perfect smile in his mind's eye.]

Edited (icon bleh) 2012-12-08 11:35 (UTC)

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[You very well may have taken it too far, Billy. The supervisor takes a slow walk around the robot and says:] If it's that busted, you should recycle it. I can take it off your hands.[He gestures over his shoulder, toward a big set of steel rollers where robots on a conveyer belt are... oooh. That looks painful.]

[Loki grips Billy's shoulder protectively for one moment. He's done enough eavesdropping to get an idea of the recent conflicts.] I most certainly will not! Why, this robot belonged to my late sister, who was in the 107th infantry during the attack on Alpha Centauri!

[Oh god, he hopes he hopes he got that right.

The collective intake of breath means yes, he probably did.] To the fallen warriors! [He snaps to attention and does a reasonable approximation of a salute. The less military works look at each other and stand at attention. In a stroke of brilliance, Loki starts to (passably) sing a patriotic song. He heard it at the opening for some sort of television sporting event.

The workers hastily put down their parts, stand up straighter, put their hands over their hearts and sing along.

[For a long moment, Billy is the frozen spectator of a very strange experience. He honestly can't believe that a) Loki knew the song, b) the workers knew the song, and c) this is a thing that is actually happening. And after the shock sets in, the hilarity of it settles over him like a big blanket of oh god seriously and he is done, just done.

At the tail end of the song, he's practically doubled over, hands pressed over his mask rather urgently to try and muffle his laughter, ineffective as it may be. Some of the workers are starting to raise their eyebrows, but he just can't stop. What the hell, Loki. Really. What the hell.]

[Billy, you are the worst mischief buddy ever. Loki is never taking you anywhere again.

He steps very carefully on Billy's foot, but it's too later. The singing draws to a close. Everyone starts picking up their various parts again. The supervisor sort looks at Loki:] I think the robot's broken worse than you said.

[Loki looks painfully unimpressed.] I think you may be right. If only it weren't a terribly valuable heirloom, I would scrap it.

[Continued from here.

He's at first caught off guard and stunned by the sudden clang, but it quickly clicks in, and he grins at Billy.]

Oh! The samurai showdown at long last! Billy Kun!

[Ow, foot. Billy scowls a bit behind his mask, stifling his laughter, though it doesn't stop him from elbowing Loki lightly in the side. Get off, you. It's your fault he laughed so hard.]

En garde! ...Or whatever the Japanese equivalent is, anyway.

[He leans back with the blade - still sheathed, he's not that crazy - and thrusts forward, trying to knock Kurt off balance.]

And no cheating with powers, either!

[Loki sighs dramatically and resists the incredibly mature urge to kick Billy in the shins.]

Seeing what it is I must put up with, will you not help? A few parts, and I shall be on my way.

[The supervisor doesn't look impressed, but it was a good enough show:] The storage room is right down the hall.

[Wow. Honestly, after all that, Billy's kind of shocked that it still worked. He glances over at Loki, surprise in his body language, then shrugs it off and starts towards the room the supervisor had indicated. A broken robot can be a go-getter or something, he figures. And as fun as this is, he'll be happy to get out of this whole area. The suit is way too uncomfortable.]

[Sometimes Billy, people just think you're too pathetic or weird to want to bother with. It seems they've managed to achieve that, somehow.

Loki follows along at an unhurried pace, and opens the storage room door.]

Well, that could have gone better.

[He picks one of the parts off a shelf. It's a bit dusty... ah, this is probably for all of the discontinued bits and bobs. Well, that's fine. There was no requirement in the listing that the parts had to be new.]

Good enough, though. [The part vanishes between his hands. And he picks up another, since he can give that to Rapunzel or bargain it with someone else.]

What are you talking about? I say that went great. I'm gonna treasure that memory as long as I live.

[He can't help being cheeky- Loki was singing, come on. Meanwhile, though, he pokes around on one of the nearby shelves, tugging his mask off to see it better. There's so much old stuff here, and some of it is even recognizable. He wanders a bit aimlessly through the bits, but when he catches sight of a flash of dusty red he practically lunges forward, dragging it out of a pile it'd been half-buried in, revealing this.]

Whoa, talk about retro...!

Next time, grab the things people have put down. [He shakes his head slowly.]

[Loki peers at the object.]

What is that?

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