[Teddy stands with his bag over his shoulder when he hears the sound he'd been hoping to hear. The sound of feet hitting the floor, of Billy finally sliding off the windowsill and ready to go. He turns to look at Billy, standing there clutching the hoodie in a vice grip, and for the first time in a long while, he smiles big and wide, genuine enough even without the dimples there. It feels good to smile again. It feels good to see Billy taking this first step on his own, even if Teddy needed to give him a gentle push to get there.
It's a simple act, sliding off a windowsill. Yet Teddy feels like he's never been prouder of his boyfriend.
Rather than stay ahead of him, Teddy steps beside him, resisting the urge to take his hand. He's not sure if Billy wants to do this himself, or if he even wants Teddy to hold his hand, or... whatever else his insecurity spits out at him. But he does stand shoulder to good-shoulder, and he nudges it with his own.]
[Action, October 21st]
It's a simple act, sliding off a windowsill. Yet Teddy feels like he's never been prouder of his boyfriend.
Rather than stay ahead of him, Teddy steps beside him, resisting the urge to take his hand. He's not sure if Billy wants to do this himself, or if he even wants Teddy to hold his hand, or... whatever else his insecurity spits out at him. But he does stand shoulder to good-shoulder, and he nudges it with his own.]
Ready? Let's go.
[And then the first few steps.
Here we go.]