[Billy repeats it to himself quietly, closing his eyes for a long moment and indulging in the joint comfort of the hoodie held against him and Teddy's arm around his body. He listens to his boyfriend's heartbeat and ticks off the seconds, one, two, three, four, five, thump-thump, thump-thump, thump-thump...
Five minutes. it's what he needed; the prospect of climbing off the window sill is terrifying, even if he'd suggested it, and the idea of leaving the room even moreso. He'd spent days watching the world carry on without him for days now, as if he doesn't exist- as if it's perfectly content to continue turning with or without him. Preferably without, he figures. Inside, looking out, it certainly seems a lot brighter than it did the week before, when he'd been practically the walking dead.
Doubt floods his heart again, clenching around it like a vice - that he shouldn't go, that he's not ready, that the village doesn't deserve to have a monster and a mess like him walking around freely - and his grip tightens around the soft fabric, a new lifeline, a placebo for his failing bravery. Teddy believes. Teddy's here for him. Teddy won't leave unless he gets up and goes. And Teddy... Teddy deserves to be free of this place.]
Five minutes... I'll be ready.
[Even if he has to drag himself every step of the way, he's going to do this.]
[Action, October 21st]
[Billy repeats it to himself quietly, closing his eyes for a long moment and indulging in the joint comfort of the hoodie held against him and Teddy's arm around his body. He listens to his boyfriend's heartbeat and ticks off the seconds, one, two, three, four, five, thump-thump, thump-thump, thump-thump...
Five minutes. it's what he needed; the prospect of climbing off the window sill is terrifying, even if he'd suggested it, and the idea of leaving the room even moreso. He'd spent days watching the world carry on without him for days now, as if he doesn't exist- as if it's perfectly content to continue turning with or without him. Preferably without, he figures. Inside, looking out, it certainly seems a lot brighter than it did the week before, when he'd been practically the walking dead.
Doubt floods his heart again, clenching around it like a vice - that he shouldn't go, that he's not ready, that the village doesn't deserve to have a monster and a mess like him walking around freely - and his grip tightens around the soft fabric, a new lifeline, a placebo for his failing bravery. Teddy believes. Teddy's here for him. Teddy won't leave unless he gets up and goes. And Teddy... Teddy deserves to be free of this place.]
Five minutes... I'll be ready.
[Even if he has to drag himself every step of the way, he's going to do this.]