[In the end, they'd remained at the clinic for a while; Billy preferred his self-inflicted exile, though he hadn't said as much. He'd felt... safer, in a less-populated area, away from people he could hurt or those he'd hurt in the past. The days had blurred together somewhat, and he'd spent a great deal of them gazing out the window watching the birds, or listening to Teddy talk, or just... sitting, staring at nothing, lost in thought. Feeling the weight in his own head and pushing at it until it hurt. It was still there, persistent, frustratingly real. If not for Teddy, he'd probably have given up on trying by now.
If not for Teddy. Because Teddy is there, right there beside him every step of the way, just like he'd promised. It makes Billy feel one part grateful and one part ashamed at the same time, for giving up, for not waiting the way Teddy waits for him now. His possession, whatever this thing in his mind is, is just a feeble excuse for his own weakness. He'd failed, and... Teddy's still here.
That's why, finally, he's decided that it's time to go home. Teddy doesn't deserve this kind of exile; he's always thrived around other people, drew energy and affection and love from those he cares about. Trapping him in the clinic, away from everyone, stuck only with a few people to talk to, one of them being utterly mental, just isn't right. And even Billy, absent and self-pitying and- let's face it, crazy- has noticed the slight changes occurring every once in a while in his boyfriend. He has yet to make note of it out loud - Teddy can do as he pleases, Billy refuses to dictate what he tries or changes or shifts - and they're subtle enough that sometimes he misses them, but...
...it just doesn't feel right, that's all. So finally, one day - today - he turns away from the window for the first time in hours to seek Teddy out. His eyes are brown today, and exceptionally clear, with only a glimmer of pale blue remaining around his irises to betray the fact that he's still not quite right.]
[Action, October 21st] timeskip~
If not for Teddy. Because Teddy is there, right there beside him every step of the way, just like he'd promised. It makes Billy feel one part grateful and one part ashamed at the same time, for giving up, for not waiting the way Teddy waits for him now. His possession, whatever this thing in his mind is, is just a feeble excuse for his own weakness. He'd failed, and... Teddy's still here.
That's why, finally, he's decided that it's time to go home. Teddy doesn't deserve this kind of exile; he's always thrived around other people, drew energy and affection and love from those he cares about. Trapping him in the clinic, away from everyone, stuck only with a few people to talk to, one of them being utterly mental, just isn't right. And even Billy, absent and self-pitying and- let's face it, crazy- has noticed the slight changes occurring every once in a while in his boyfriend. He has yet to make note of it out loud - Teddy can do as he pleases, Billy refuses to dictate what he tries or changes or shifts - and they're subtle enough that sometimes he misses them, but...
...it just doesn't feel right, that's all. So finally, one day - today - he turns away from the window for the first time in hours to seek Teddy out. His eyes are brown today, and exceptionally clear, with only a glimmer of pale blue remaining around his irises to betray the fact that he's still not quite right.]
...Teddy...?