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[Billy shakes his head, not responding properly at first; he doesn't have the words to express what he's feeling right now. The laughter mercifully doesn't last long, and when he finally speaks up, he is crying, long, steady tracks dripping from his cheeks.]

I thought... you were dead... they cut your wings and there was so much blood, I just...

[Now it's Teddy's turn to go still, horrified by that particular revelation. Billy thought he was dead? All that time, he thought Teddy had died back there?

He looks down at the sheets, hands sliding down to Billy's elbows, his hold gentle as always with the injured arm. It's... understandable, Teddy had thought for sure that he was going to die when he realized what they were going to do, briefly thought he did die when he woke up in the cell. But Billy went back to the village thinking that way...

God. He remembers Billy dying for a few minutes, enough for Teddy to nearly break down the restraints, needing to be tranquilized again. Billy...

Teddy leans forward, just short of climbing onto the bed with his boyfriend. He wishes he could, but he still isn't sure if he even should.]

No... God, no, I wasn't dead! They didn't... [He takes in a deep breath; it's hard to talk about, even two weeks after it happened. Teddy just wants to clam up and not talk about it, let it bury itself into his mind and never be shared again. But...]

They didn't cut all the way. [His voice sounds a little shaky now.] It was at the base, but not past it. And they stopped the bleeding after you... left. After that, they just... left me alone. They only left one meal, and I couldn't even get to it for a while - it was like my entire body was numb for hours...

[He didn't even know how much time had passed. It was so dark in there, and there was no way to tell if it was day or night or if minutes or hours passed...]

[Billy ducks his head down even further than before, eyes clenching shut, one hand lifting to press against his forehead, grimacing like he's in pain or disoriented. He wants to help Teddy, wants to fix it all, make the problems vanish, make Teddy forget the horrible things he'd been through- just like-

....

But... he hadn't fixed anything. Not then, and not now, either. He can't just wave his hands and make these memories go away. Even if he wants it... what he wants has proven to be terrible and dangerous.]

I thought... I-I thought I could bring you back... I thought I could make everything right again... make a world where no one could hurt you again, I...

[But instead he'd created a construct of magic and memory, little more than an incomplete and empty shade. And all the while, Teddy had been alive and suffering.

His chest hurts, and his voice sounds strangled, nails digging unforgivingly into his scalp.]

I did that instead of trying to save you...

[Those nails won't dig for long, because Teddy lift his hand away easily, fingers moving to lace them through the spaces between Billy's, if only to keep his fingers to himself, or confined to Teddy's. This time, he does slide onto the bed, one arm sliding around Billy's waist while he brushes his lips against the spot where Billy was scraping. After some hesitation, that brush turns into a gentle kiss instead.]

It's like I told you earlier... you made a mistake. I know that, and you do, too. We all do crazy things when we think the... person we love is dead.

[How could Billy save him when he thought he was dead?]

I'm so sorry they did that to you... to us. But right now? All we can do is figure out what's next. Even if we don't know right now... I'll wait until we do.

[The unexpected embrace and the kiss to his temple makes Billy look up, his eyes drifting between blue and brown seemingly at random, as if moment by moment he's not sure of who he is or who he's supposed to be. Still, he seems to relax a little, though his brows furrow, his gaze skipping nervously between Teddy's face and the opposing wall. He's afraid, then calm, then frustrated, then grieving. Too many emotions to feel and no buffer to keep them at bay, no restraint to keep them to himself. He knows there's something seriously wrong with him. He knows that he should be acting very differently right now. How, though...

Well, if he knew, he'd do that. Fake it if possible, even though he's a lousy liar. Instead he slumps wearily against Teddy, trying to absorb some semblance of sanity through osmosis or something. It doesn't seem to be working.]

I shouldn't be here... I'm not safe to be around...

[...Lying would have been better, wouldn't it? He doesn't like how the truth sounds even when it comes out of his own mouth, and he goes tense at Teddy's side, his thoughts diving right into a mindless chant of "Idon'twanttogoIdon'twanttogoIdon'twanttogo"...

But what choice does he have? Why is he even allowed to live right now?]

[Teddy tries not to look too deeply into what Billy said, lest it makes an icy grip wrap itself around his heart. It's hard not to, though, and the mere indication makes that feeling happen anyway.

Rather, he tries not to dwell on it. He warps his arms around Billy's form, holding him against himself as if keeping him safe, hidden and protected from the world, and keeps his eyes on the wall.]

We can stay here for a while... or we can go home. Wherever you feel safest.

[And maybe... maybe, if they go home, the familiarity will help Billy a little. Maybe.]

[Billy lapses into another silence, glancing down. That... was that what he meant?

No...

Teddy should know better. He looks up, then leans in to rest his chin on Teddy's shoulder, gazing quizzically up at him. The hug is warm, comforting, and... not really anything he deserves, but if it makes Teddy feel better, it's fine.

He hopes it does.]

Not for me. For... everyone else.

[He's fine with being shot. It needed to happen- he needed to be stopped. He'd taken it too far. The rest of the village didn't deserve to be stuck with him when there's so much wrong with him.

Teddy, more than anyone, doesn't deserve it. But Billy's not sure he could tell him to leave, either.]

[Teddy's neck tenses slightly, though he's not sure if it's because of Billy's words or the fact that his shoulder's being touched. Probably a mix of both, his heart sinking more over the former than the latter. He's just come to accept that he's not quite as comfortable being touched so much right now.

He keeps his gaze on the wall, feeling Billy's eyes on him yet not able to meet them. It's what he thought, part of what he was fearing... And it makes the ice around his heart grip tighter, fingers closing around Billy's clothing. This is hitting a spot that he doesn't dare go towards, feeling it only in the rush of battle, when things start to get bad.

But there is no battle to focus on, save for the war in his own head.]

We've got the same options here. Stay here or go home. I left the clinic door unmarked, and not a lot of people just drop by our place. I don't mind either one.

...I should...

[Billy trails off, not sure of his own train of thought and derailing it awkwardly as he recognizes the tension of Teddy's body, feeling a wave of confusion because of it. He slowly slides his chin off of Teddy's shoulder again and pulls back a little, though he's trapped in the embrace and can't go far unless Teddy lets go. He doesn't understand, though- wasn't Teddy always comforted by touch? Hadn't he responded well to it in the past?

Was his touch... unpleasant now? But then why would Teddy be hugging him if it was?

He can't find a reason for it, and it frustrates him as much as it makes him feel stricken and kind of pathetic. He lifts a hand to press against his forehead, scrubbing it at a pace that is moving halfway towards frantic. What is he doing wrong? What is he supposed to say? How can he fix this...!?]

[Teddy frowns at first, unsure what Billy was trying to say, what his choice would be. It really is true that Teddy wouldn't mind either one; sure, he has more hopes for their place, and seeing it himself after a couple of weeks of not doing so would be wonderful. But...

Seeing Billy start to scrub at his face and hair makes him grow more concerned, and he moves one hand up to lace his fingers with Billy's again. Unlike before, he doesn't stop the movement right away; instead he merely slows it down until it comes to a halt.]

Billy - Billy... What's wrong? What is it?

Nnnn...

[Billy grimaces, resisting Teddy's grip, fingers stretching to try and reach at his scalp. Is it- is it good? To do that? Teddy had touched him again when he tried, so- maybe-]

Have to... have to get it out... it's in my head and I don't want it there... I want it out...

[He could try chanting, but chanting's dangerous now. Chanting ruined things. Still, if he could just... if he could get it out of his head, if he could get the magic to cooperate just right...]

[The words worry him so, so much. Whatever's possessing him is in his head, and he can't get it out... And Teddy isn't sure how to get something like that out either. He's nowhere near knowledgeable enough on these things.

Still, he pulls Billy's hand down, down to his side rather than near his head again. He does know one thing, at least.]

Scratching at your head isn't going to get it out of there, B... It just hurts. [...] I don't want to see you hurt... [It's hard enough, always seeing him hurt and never being able to do anything, never able to be hurt by his side, always healing before he does. It's one of the times he wishes he didn't have his healing, although he is grateful for it during this whole experience. Who knows where he'd be if he didn't have it... probably actually dead.]

...but I can't fix it like this. I can't... I want to...

[It's a low murmur, fingers still twitching, and a gentle electric shift in the air follows the gesture, a soft glow fading on and off within the shadows between their bodies. Even the scent of what he's doing is unmistakable, fire and ozone and sparks. And then his voice lifts, falling almost subconsciously into old habits-]

IwanttostopIwantto-

Billy -

[Teddy had noticed the signs and already let go of Billy's hand, so it takes no time at all to cover his mouth, the other holding his cheek to get Billy focused on him, voice steady, yet forceful enough to get attention.]

Billy, stop. Remember what happened last time you tried to use your magic while you that thing was in your head? You said so yourself that it isn't safe right now.

[Slowly, he loosens his hold on Billy's jaw.] ... Are we good?

[Billy hesitates, his eyes glancing down at the hand over his mouth before lifting back up to meet Teddy's gaze. He knew that voice- Teddy didn't talk like that unless he really meant it. This is serious.

He... should have known that, shouldn't he.

Hesitantly, he nods, not moving otherwise. He can't use magic. Not right now. He's too tired, too confused, too... wrong. Even though he wants to- even with the chanting- even with the knowledge that surely, surely he can do anything with it-

And that's about when he feels something wet and warm trickle down to drip against Teddy's finger. He frowns. Yes, he's good. But that's... probably not...?]

[It's been a week. Consciousness returns to Billy Kaplan at last, but clarity is, unfortunately, still partially absent. He's holed up in an unlabeled room at the battle dome clinic, either bedridden or curled up on the window sill, his arm in a sling, bandages around his neck, and his eyes still half-shining with an eerie and unnatural blue colour. He might be responsive, he might not. He might even try to recreate some sort of perfect reality, albeit on a smaller scale, in the hopes of appeasing those unhappy about what happened. It's hit and miss - he has good days and bad.

Visit him, yell at him, punch him in his stupid reality-bending face? Just be aware that Teddy is never very far away, and ready to protect his vulnerable boyfriend if necessary.]

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[Teddy tries to squash down the panic that rises as soon as he sees the blood, as much as it wants to break out of him and make him call a doctor as soon as the blood leaks onto his fingers. He pulls his hand back, letting Billy see the redness against his fingers, and then he lets out a shaky sigh, leaning in until his forehead touches Billy's.]

You know what this means, right? No more magic for a little while. Just a little while, until this is over. Promise me?

[Even his voice seems a little shaky. It's very, very hard not to let his concern overtake everything else.]

[Billy does nothing for a moment, not wanting to jar the connection between their foreheads, but before long he nods his head rather than keep Teddy hanging for long.]

No... more magic.

[It's not exactly a promise, but as he pulls back to wipe a hand under his nose to check the blood, he looks sufficiently spooked that it's close enough.]

...sorry...

Mmm.

[He's not exactly saying that it's okay, because, well... It's not okay, none of this is okay, and Teddy can't lie that much. Still... He doesn't want to leave it at that.

Teddy leans forward a little, as if he wants to touch foreheads again, but then hesitates. Billy had stayed, stayed in his touch, so it's... Maybe it's okay. Or maybe he thought of the fake -

No, focus.

He doesn't touch foreheads, but he does brush his clean hand through Billy's hair until he gently touches the back of his neck, fingers resting against the collar of this shirt.]

Hey. We'll fix this.

[Billy nods hesitantly, closing his eyes and leaning unconsciously into the touch, craving more but unwilling to ask for it. Teddy was already giving him so much more than he'd ever expected, after what he'd done. He can't possibly make any demands of him, even if all he wants to do is curl up against his boyfriend and not move for days.

It's just... he feels like himself again, when Teddy's touching him. Grounded, stable, like those hands are his lifelines. He's lost without them, and just knowing they're there is...

He shudders, lifting a hand to curl his fingers around Teddy's arm, holding on to him. It's loose, as he's not holding Teddy in place, but it's... firm. Wanting. No- needing. Needing him there.]

I don't... know how...

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[She's come by to check on him and Teddy every day since he's wound up in that coma. Some days, she'll even stop by twice: once in the morning after practice and then again in the evening. Even with no change in Billy, she'd usually sit by his bedside anyway, holding his in hers as Lucky drapes on the bed and filling both boys in about her day.

Which usually means she repeats herself kind of often because, let's face it, even with all the work she's taken on, Luceti's still a boring place. Clint's no longer here for her to pester and Tommy... Well, Tommy's something easiest to avoid.

When she walks in today, ready to tell Billy and Teddy all about the painstaking task of trying to hire a club staff, she stops dead on her feet in surprise. Okay, he doesn't look immediately better. But he's awake.]

Billy?

[It takes a moment for her voice to click, but when it does, Billy glances over at her somewhat listlessly. He's propped up halfway in bed, the furthest up he can get while still in a position to sleep if he wants. He's been sleeping a lot today, actually, even after waking up from his week-long coma.

His eyes are still blue, and he's been cleaned and bandaged; otherwise he looks... very unlike himself. Like all the spirit and personality that makes him him has been drained out, leaving only exhaustion. There's recognition in his expression as he gazes at her, but only just barely.]

...Are you real?

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[Mia is off-duty when she comes to visit Billy this time. It's been a few days; she heard from Teddy that he woke, but she hasn't seen it herself until now. She knocks first; startling either of them is asking for bad news. He's by the windowsill though, so she can't see his face very well.]

Billy? It's me. How are you today?

[When Billy's hand rested on his arm, Teddy thought that he was going to pull him away. It would've made sense; he touched a rather intimate place, and if Billy was caught up on - on the fake, then he, he -

But he didn't move his arm. It's more like he kept it there, and for a moment, Teddy stares down at his fingers. More than anything, Teddy just wants to sweep Billy into his arms and kiss him and revel in the fact that he's alive, they're both alive, and Teddy'd missed him so much -

But he just... doesn't know anymore. He has no idea what Billy wants from him. Taller? Broader? Skinnier? Shorter? More silent, like the fake was?

God, he hasn't been so unsure for... what? Two years now? But if Billy is keeping him there...

Everything that's bothering Teddy doesn't really matter in the face of Billy's uncertainty, and how lost he looks. So, Teddy wipes his other hand against his pants, then brushes his fingers against Billy's temple while he leans in again, pressing their foreheads together once more.

Billy needs this. Stable touches like this, an anchor, something grounding. And somewhere inside the storm of his own uncertainty, Teddy needs this, too.]

Then we'll figure out. That's what we do, right? We might not have the answer right away... but we will. We'll fix this.

I'm scared, Teddy...

[Billy shudders, letting his hand slide up to press over Teddy's, holding it against him, letting more tears slip down his cheeks, though he doesn't break down entirely this time. Crying is better than the alternatives, though, which are casting or sleeping (both of which he's done far too much of recently). Crying feels like a normal reaction, a way to feel, or rather, to let himself feel everything he's been forcibly burying under a mountain of false realities. Even if it's just for a little while, even if he knows it won't last, even if it hurts so badly it's like his heart and soul's being crushed, he wants it.

He can't hide from true reality forever, after all.

And Teddy's letting him do this. How could he ever, ever think to replace him? How could he ever believe that his magic, his imagination could recreate what was already perfect for him?

If I'd made him, he would have abandoned me for someone better a long time ago.

Teddy deserves someone who isn't so broken, doesn't he? of course he does. And it's not like he wants to be, but...]

...what if I can't come back from this?

[What if he loses his mind, what if his own magic or whatever's in his head beats him, what if he just- what if he chose to-

....

It's hard to imagine them coming out on top, here.]

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