[Billy hesitates, half-glancing over his shoulder; the window is still there, empty and open, as if it's waiting for him. In comparison, the door to the hallway looms terrifyingly, and he knows which wait he wants to go. It's a much shorter and safer trip back to the window, too.
But the smile Teddy's had on his face when he turned to face him... it was a bigger smile than he'd seen for weeks. It was real, and in this moment of glorious yet frightening clarity he recognized how rare it was these days for Teddy to give him an honest smile. He hasn't done anything to coax it out, after all.
He turns away from the window, looking at Teddy instead, shoulders brushing together. He wants to take his hand, to draw upon that support, but Teddy isn't offering, and... he's afraid to ask. In case the answer is no, or- or worse- a forced yes. He'd rather walk alone than either of those.
Unable to trust his voice right now, he merely nods slightly, then moves to take his first step towards the door. It's... easier than he expected, now that he's on his feet. Like the threat of gravity itself was the worst hurdle to pass, and now that he's felt the weight of his own body, now that he's grounded, he can move. It's a strange feeling, but he focuses on it. One step, then two, then three, and he's moving. He's walking. He's going outside this room and he's...
...well, he'll worry about the rest when he gets there. One step, quite literally, at a time.]
[Action, October 21st]
But the smile Teddy's had on his face when he turned to face him... it was a bigger smile than he'd seen for weeks. It was real, and in this moment of glorious yet frightening clarity he recognized how rare it was these days for Teddy to give him an honest smile. He hasn't done anything to coax it out, after all.
He turns away from the window, looking at Teddy instead, shoulders brushing together. He wants to take his hand, to draw upon that support, but Teddy isn't offering, and... he's afraid to ask. In case the answer is no, or- or worse- a forced yes. He'd rather walk alone than either of those.
Unable to trust his voice right now, he merely nods slightly, then moves to take his first step towards the door. It's... easier than he expected, now that he's on his feet. Like the threat of gravity itself was the worst hurdle to pass, and now that he's felt the weight of his own body, now that he's grounded, he can move. It's a strange feeling, but he focuses on it. One step, then two, then three, and he's moving. He's walking. He's going outside this room and he's...
...well, he'll worry about the rest when he gets there. One step, quite literally, at a time.]