[Teddy trails off when his mom brushes his cheek, making him freeze again.
"Do the wings really matter? It's me... please, believe me..."
He jerks his head to the side, trying to ignore how her startled gasp cuts into his soul. But he can't, he just can't, and he lowers his head, hands moving up to his hair as he slides down the door, clenching tight. She's still there, she's still there and he wants to get out and he can't even move, he's absolutely useless, and - and god, look at him, he's the worst son, he's -
What a fucking joke, he's not even a son.
He shudders, feeling how her hands touch his shoulders, touch his hair, trying to coax him to look up at his mother - no, his - this illusion.]
[Action, October 25th]
[Teddy trails off when his mom brushes his cheek, making him freeze again.
"Do the wings really matter? It's me... please, believe me..."
He jerks his head to the side, trying to ignore how her startled gasp cuts into his soul. But he can't, he just can't, and he lowers his head, hands moving up to his hair as he slides down the door, clenching tight. She's still there, she's still there and he wants to get out and he can't even move, he's absolutely useless, and - and god, look at him, he's the worst son, he's -
What a fucking joke, he's not even a son.
He shudders, feeling how her hands touch his shoulders, touch his hair, trying to coax him to look up at his mother - no, his - this illusion.]
Please...