[The gesture manages to surprise Billy again- that hesitation made him wonder if Teddy would follow through, so when he did, and when he said that...
God, Billy just feels like crying harder. There's still tears trickling down his cheeks, but he smiles as he uses his free hand - more the sleeve, really - to wipe them away, then uses that same hand to brush over Teddy's right cheek, gently stroking. He leans back, bumping against the blond, and then, tentatively, he presses his lips to Teddy's opposite cheek, right by the corner of his mouth, feather-light and quick like he's afraid of a rejection if he lingers. It's such a risk in his mind, and that... it feels so wrong, to think about it, to feel like he has to think about it first.
But it was a good day. It was, just like Teddy had said. Even if he spent half of it staring blankly out the window, even if he's barely said a word to Teddy since leaving the clinic, even if the guilt feels like it still might crush him at any moment.
[Action, October 21st]
God, Billy just feels like crying harder. There's still tears trickling down his cheeks, but he smiles as he uses his free hand - more the sleeve, really - to wipe them away, then uses that same hand to brush over Teddy's right cheek, gently stroking. He leans back, bumping against the blond, and then, tentatively, he presses his lips to Teddy's opposite cheek, right by the corner of his mouth, feather-light and quick like he's afraid of a rejection if he lingers. It's such a risk in his mind, and that... it feels so wrong, to think about it, to feel like he has to think about it first.
But it was a good day. It was, just like Teddy had said. Even if he spent half of it staring blankly out the window, even if he's barely said a word to Teddy since leaving the clinic, even if the guilt feels like it still might crush him at any moment.
A good day.]
You... made it better.