[Billy doesn't answer this time; can't, really, because there are no words with which to argue anymore. He ducks his head, nodding miserably, and bites his lower lip. Once again he feels the urge to withdraw, even outright flee the conversation, but Teddy's hand resting on his knee is holding him in place just as securely as if he'd been chained down.
Whether or not he wants to leave is irrelevant now. He's got to stay and see this through.]
[action; january 28th]
Whether or not he wants to leave is irrelevant now. He's got to stay and see this through.]