[Billy takes all of that in, silently mulling it over, his gaze downcast as if to avoid Teddy's scrutiny. It's so humbling, those words, the idea that despite all of this, despite everything, Teddy still feels that way. Still loves him. Even without knowing whether or not he is him anymore.
He wishes he could figure out what reality was supposed to be like. He used to know, it used to be so clear, but now... everything just seems to blur.
Teddy, though...
Teddy sounds so sure. And it takes a while, because he's so not, not at all, but he wants this. He wants to find himself again, for Teddy's sake.]
...I hear you.
[His voice is quiet, almost inaudible. A voice so low that only Teddy could hear it, and Billy knows it, at least subconsciously. It's meant for him.]
I don't... know what's gonna happen. I don't know what to do, or what to say, or...
[He trails off, the words escaping him, and his eyes dart around like he's looking for them, like he's actually watching them run away from him, leaving a trail of ellipses and thoughts he can't make sense of anymore. They were there, and then... not.
Like that reality. Not so perfect, it seemed. Not at all.]
...but I hear you... I do. I hear everything.
[He looks down again, but when he blinks, his eyes are half-brown, like whatever's sent him adrift in his own mind doesn't want him or Teddy to drown entirely.]
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He wishes he could figure out what reality was supposed to be like. He used to know, it used to be so clear, but now... everything just seems to blur.
Teddy, though...
Teddy sounds so sure. And it takes a while, because he's so not, not at all, but he wants this. He wants to find himself again, for Teddy's sake.]
...I hear you.
[His voice is quiet, almost inaudible. A voice so low that only Teddy could hear it, and Billy knows it, at least subconsciously. It's meant for him.]
I don't... know what's gonna happen. I don't know what to do, or what to say, or...
[He trails off, the words escaping him, and his eyes dart around like he's looking for them, like he's actually watching them run away from him, leaving a trail of ellipses and thoughts he can't make sense of anymore. They were there, and then... not.
Like that reality. Not so perfect, it seemed. Not at all.]
...but I hear you... I do. I hear everything.
[He looks down again, but when he blinks, his eyes are half-brown, like whatever's sent him adrift in his own mind doesn't want him or Teddy to drown entirely.]