[Billy's response is graceless this time, frantic and desperate, trying to move away from Teddy, but he's still locked in an iron grip, and his struggles aren't getting him anywhere. He knows he's being energized by this, the darkness fueled by what he's taking from Teddy, and there's still that whisper, gentle and soothing and commanding, that it's fine, they're fine, but this is what they need right now, what he needs...
His slight tremble has graduated to full-blown shaking now, and it's only when he's drawn enough strength from Teddy that he manages to force them apart again. This time his eyes are wet, tears trailing down his cheeks, and there's a desperate, terrified plea in his voice, almost hysterical, that he can't hide.]
Stop... stop, please... please, Teddy... don't let me do this... god, please stop it...
[He can feel the push, both inward from Twila and outward from Teddy's body, and he ducks his head, burying his face against Teddy's chest in an attempt to keep them from kissing again. Fine, it says. It's fine. It's fine and Teddy believes in him and
he can't
he has to
it's not fine
IT'S NOT FINE, WE'RE KILLING HIM
Twila pushes, and for the first time he really pushes back.]
[Action, June 1st]
[Billy's response is graceless this time, frantic and desperate, trying to move away from Teddy, but he's still locked in an iron grip, and his struggles aren't getting him anywhere. He knows he's being energized by this, the darkness fueled by what he's taking from Teddy, and there's still that whisper, gentle and soothing and commanding, that it's fine, they're fine, but this is what they need right now, what he needs...
His slight tremble has graduated to full-blown shaking now, and it's only when he's drawn enough strength from Teddy that he manages to force them apart again. This time his eyes are wet, tears trailing down his cheeks, and there's a desperate, terrified plea in his voice, almost hysterical, that he can't hide.]
Stop... stop, please... please, Teddy... don't let me do this... god, please stop it...
[He can feel the push, both inward from Twila and outward from Teddy's body, and he ducks his head, burying his face against Teddy's chest in an attempt to keep them from kissing again. Fine, it says. It's fine. It's fine and Teddy believes in him and
he can't
he has to
it's not fine
IT'S NOT FINE, WE'RE KILLING HIM
Twila pushes, and for the first time he really pushes back.]