[Billy trails off, not sure of his own train of thought and derailing it awkwardly as he recognizes the tension of Teddy's body, feeling a wave of confusion because of it. He slowly slides his chin off of Teddy's shoulder again and pulls back a little, though he's trapped in the embrace and can't go far unless Teddy lets go. He doesn't understand, though- wasn't Teddy always comforted by touch? Hadn't he responded well to it in the past?
Was his touch... unpleasant now? But then why would Teddy be hugging him if it was?
He can't find a reason for it, and it frustrates him as much as it makes him feel stricken and kind of pathetic. He lifts a hand to press against his forehead, scrubbing it at a pace that is moving halfway towards frantic. What is he doing wrong? What is he supposed to say? How can he fix this...!?]
[Action, October 15th]
[Billy trails off, not sure of his own train of thought and derailing it awkwardly as he recognizes the tension of Teddy's body, feeling a wave of confusion because of it. He slowly slides his chin off of Teddy's shoulder again and pulls back a little, though he's trapped in the embrace and can't go far unless Teddy lets go. He doesn't understand, though- wasn't Teddy always comforted by touch? Hadn't he responded well to it in the past?
Was his touch... unpleasant now? But then why would Teddy be hugging him if it was?
He can't find a reason for it, and it frustrates him as much as it makes him feel stricken and kind of pathetic. He lifts a hand to press against his forehead, scrubbing it at a pace that is moving halfway towards frantic. What is he doing wrong? What is he supposed to say? How can he fix this...!?]