[Something about the way Billy says that doesn't feel right to Teddy. Maybe it's how he knows that what Billy wants isn't necessarily what Teddy wants. Maybe it's his doubts. Maybe it's the fact that... it feels like an offer. Like when Billy was granting everyone's most sought after wishes and desires.

There aren't a lot of things Teddy wants, and most of what he does are impossible to give. His hand slides from Billy's shoulder to the back of his neck, thumb smoothing against the edge of Billy's hair.]

I'm not asking for anything.

[I want answers, I want to feel like I know at least some things again, I want to feel like you love me again, all of me, even the parts I hate about myself -]

I just... want you to be safe. I want you beside me. I want you to not drift away from me... you keep going to a place I can't follow, and I want to bring you back.

[He presses his forehead a little harder against his shoulder.]

I want you to stay with me...