[For a moment, Billy can only stare, blinking rapidly. He feels like he might cry and he is determined, just determined not to. Who cries over a stupid hoodie?
And it's not stupid- not in the slightest. It's perfect. The right size, the right colour, the right design. It's a gift from Teddy, to someone who has shown no inclination to return such a favour, no sign of even improving. "For something like this." Like he'd believed that this moment was coming, that Billy would be ready to leave this cold room and go back to where he belongs.
You don't belong there, you belong in here, or in the tunnels, or in that prison, you-
Stop.
Not now.
No... Teddy believes in him. Enough to get him this. Enough to wait for him. Enough to stand by him, take care of him, guard him and make sure no one can hurt him while he can't protect himself. Hesitantly Billy reaches out to accept the hoodie, brushing his fingers over the soft material, feeling the warmth of it, drawing it close to his body like it's the most precious gift anyone has ever given him in his life. It's just a stupid hoodie.
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And it's not stupid- not in the slightest. It's perfect. The right size, the right colour, the right design. It's a gift from Teddy, to someone who has shown no inclination to return such a favour, no sign of even improving. "For something like this." Like he'd believed that this moment was coming, that Billy would be ready to leave this cold room and go back to where he belongs.
You don't belong there, you belong in here, or in the tunnels, or in that prison, you-
Stop.
Not now.
No... Teddy believes in him. Enough to get him this. Enough to wait for him. Enough to stand by him, take care of him, guard him and make sure no one can hurt him while he can't protect himself. Hesitantly Billy reaches out to accept the hoodie, brushing his fingers over the soft material, feeling the warmth of it, drawing it close to his body like it's the most precious gift anyone has ever given him in his life. It's just a stupid hoodie.
But god, god. It means so much more right now.
Shit, he might cry anyway.]
...yeah... thanks.