[Over the last several days, he'd gotten tired of discussing the issue without actually making progress, and since the urge to sap Teddy's energy doesn't seem to be as prevalent anymore, he's been less cautious about keeping close. He hasn't said as much, but his attitude is telling: to him, Twila's not going anywhere any time soon, so why stress overmuch? As long as she's not causing problems, its presence is relatively harmless. He's starting to wonder if Teddy isn't just paranoid.
When Teddy speaks up Billy's actually indulgently curled against him, knees tucked in, head on the blond's shoulder, one hand on the book he's reading and the other up behind his head, toying with Teddy's hair. During the past five or ten minutes he's been slowly inching himself over, his ultimate goal being to situate himself in Teddy's lap properly, but Teddy's voice stirs him out of his reverie, though his eyes are still on the book.]
[Action, June 1st]
When Teddy speaks up Billy's actually indulgently curled against him, knees tucked in, head on the blond's shoulder, one hand on the book he's reading and the other up behind his head, toying with Teddy's hair. During the past five or ten minutes he's been slowly inching himself over, his ultimate goal being to situate himself in Teddy's lap properly, but Teddy's voice stirs him out of his reverie, though his eyes are still on the book.]
Mm...?