[Billy makes a vaguely affirmative noise at that, his lips curling up the barest sliver, not sure if he should really be smiling or not. He does relax a tiny bit, though; he does everything in fractions these days, bits and pieces, like his whole life is a tiny progress bar on dial-up. He's been getting better, then worse, then better again, and today's been a bad day, but... marginally better now, since he'd left the window.
He wants to keep it that way. And while it's been so easy to just remain silent and let Teddy fill the void, because his own voice, his own words, are so terrifying now, he feels like... god, he could really be doing so much more. It isn't right to leave it all on him. He might not be able to do much, and he might not have much to say, but...]
If we're in Lórien, who was our Gandalf?
[....
Shit. Shit. That wasn't right. That was- that's depressing, that's a sad scene, shit why did he say that- he should've- called him Sam, or- god he can't even joke properly anymore-
The gears are already turning in his head, mentally kicking and cursing himself, seeming to shrink down further into the hoodie.]
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He wants to keep it that way. And while it's been so easy to just remain silent and let Teddy fill the void, because his own voice, his own words, are so terrifying now, he feels like... god, he could really be doing so much more. It isn't right to leave it all on him. He might not be able to do much, and he might not have much to say, but...]
If we're in Lórien, who was our Gandalf?
[....
Shit. Shit. That wasn't right. That was- that's depressing, that's a sad scene, shit why did he say that- he should've- called him Sam, or- god he can't even joke properly anymore-
The gears are already turning in his head, mentally kicking and cursing himself, seeming to shrink down further into the hoodie.]