[Billy's voice is hesitant, not even remotely sure, and his hand shifts in Teddy's grip, their fingers brushing as if testing the movement, or the feel of them. It takes a long moment for him to drag his gaze away from the ceiling to zero in on Teddy, searching his expression, not sure what to expect or even what to hope for.]
Are you a dream?
[If he is, he's... not a very good dream, even if having him close is always nice. But Teddy should be smiling...]
[Action, October 15th]
[Billy's voice is hesitant, not even remotely sure, and his hand shifts in Teddy's grip, their fingers brushing as if testing the movement, or the feel of them. It takes a long moment for him to drag his gaze away from the ceiling to zero in on Teddy, searching his expression, not sure what to expect or even what to hope for.]
Are you a dream?
[If he is, he's... not a very good dream, even if having him close is always nice. But Teddy should be smiling...]