[How can he stop? Billy is right there holding him the best that he can and Teddy still feels more alone than he did when he was stuck in the dark, barely able to move. It's worse, he thinks. Touching and yet not touching. He wants to just scream and hit something, break something apart, let out everything he's been feeling, distress and terror and rage.
He's in that dark room again, and it's even worse, and he can't do anything except cry against Billy's shoulder, he can't, he can't, he's losing him, he -
Stop.
You're embarrassing him. He's pitying you.
Stop.
No, Billy's better than that... Stop saying that about him.
Still, it's enough to make Teddy try to stop himself. It's easy. A little shift in the eyes, and the tears are forcibly stopped. The nose, and it stops running, even if it's still clogged. The lips, and they rise until they're back to normal, and his throat, willing it to loosen, expand, allow breathing without creating a hiccuping noise, without making it so hard to do so.
[Action, October 15th]
He's in that dark room again, and it's even worse, and he can't do anything except cry against Billy's shoulder, he can't, he can't, he's losing him, he -
Stop.
You're embarrassing him. He's pitying you.
Stop.
No, Billy's better than that... Stop saying that about him.
Still, it's enough to make Teddy try to stop himself. It's easy. A little shift in the eyes, and the tears are forcibly stopped. The nose, and it stops running, even if it's still clogged. The lips, and they rise until they're back to normal, and his throat, willing it to loosen, expand, allow breathing without creating a hiccuping noise, without making it so hard to do so.
He's okay.
He's not okay.
He has to be okay.]