[Those nails won't dig for long, because Teddy lift his hand away easily, fingers moving to lace them through the spaces between Billy's, if only to keep his fingers to himself, or confined to Teddy's. This time, he does slide onto the bed, one arm sliding around Billy's waist while he brushes his lips against the spot where Billy was scraping. After some hesitation, that brush turns into a gentle kiss instead.]

It's like I told you earlier... you made a mistake. I know that, and you do, too. We all do crazy things when we think the... person we love is dead.

[How could Billy save him when he thought he was dead?]

I'm so sorry they did that to you... to us. But right now? All we can do is figure out what's next. Even if we don't know right now... I'll wait until we do.