[The unexpected embrace and the kiss to his temple makes Billy look up, his eyes drifting between blue and brown seemingly at random, as if moment by moment he's not sure of who he is or who he's supposed to be. Still, he seems to relax a little, though his brows furrow, his gaze skipping nervously between Teddy's face and the opposing wall. He's afraid, then calm, then frustrated, then grieving. Too many emotions to feel and no buffer to keep them at bay, no restraint to keep them to himself. He knows there's something seriously wrong with him. He knows that he should be acting very differently right now. How, though...
Well, if he knew, he'd do that. Fake it if possible, even though he's a lousy liar. Instead he slumps wearily against Teddy, trying to absorb some semblance of sanity through osmosis or something. It doesn't seem to be working.]
I shouldn't be here... I'm not safe to be around...
[...Lying would have been better, wouldn't it? He doesn't like how the truth sounds even when it comes out of his own mouth, and he goes tense at Teddy's side, his thoughts diving right into a mindless chant of "Idon'twanttogoIdon'twanttogoIdon'twanttogo"...
But what choice does he have? Why is he even allowed to live right now?]
[Action, October 15th]
Well, if he knew, he'd do that. Fake it if possible, even though he's a lousy liar. Instead he slumps wearily against Teddy, trying to absorb some semblance of sanity through osmosis or something. It doesn't seem to be working.]
I shouldn't be here... I'm not safe to be around...
[...Lying would have been better, wouldn't it? He doesn't like how the truth sounds even when it comes out of his own mouth, and he goes tense at Teddy's side, his thoughts diving right into a mindless chant of "Idon'twanttogoIdon'twanttogoIdon'twanttogo"...
But what choice does he have? Why is he even allowed to live right now?]