[Two days isn't much time, in the grand scheme of things, but it's long enough to make a difference, apparently. Billy's slept more, as if afraid of what his waking self is capable of, but as a result his time awake is more coherent, more clear, more attentive than before. He feels... more like himself, bit by bit, with every conversation, his relapses into the darkness of his own head falling out of the majority for the first time since he found himself back in Luceti, alone.
He's not better, he knows. He can still feel the difference, the presence of something overwhelmingly powerful, too much for even a reality bender to handle. But it's... settled, for now. And he finds that he likes it that way.
He's still keeping himself very much isolated, besides Teddy, but he doesn't feel the same discomfort when he's left on his own. It sort of feels like, the more that time passes since he'd- since he'd re-learned how to value his own life, the more he develops his independence. He used to have a lot more of it, but... well, Teddy had said it best. These things take time.
And he is getting better.
Today, waiting for Teddy to come home in the early evening, Billy is tucked up on the sill of the open window in his room, one foot braced against the side to keep him balanced, the other dangling over the edge. He's watching the sunset, and whenever he hears it, he whistles an echo of a bird calling from one of the taller trees beside the building. Misty is curled up around a little blanket on the bedside table he'd moved over to the window to help him climb up, since his arm still isn't one hundred percent, and he has one hand buried in her fur, scratching just the way she likes it, judging by the way she purrs.
It's... peaceful. Calm. Like everything's normal, everything's great.
[Action, October 26th]
He's not better, he knows. He can still feel the difference, the presence of something overwhelmingly powerful, too much for even a reality bender to handle. But it's... settled, for now. And he finds that he likes it that way.
He's still keeping himself very much isolated, besides Teddy, but he doesn't feel the same discomfort when he's left on his own. It sort of feels like, the more that time passes since he'd- since he'd re-learned how to value his own life, the more he develops his independence. He used to have a lot more of it, but... well, Teddy had said it best. These things take time.
And he is getting better.
Today, waiting for Teddy to come home in the early evening, Billy is tucked up on the sill of the open window in his room, one foot braced against the side to keep him balanced, the other dangling over the edge. He's watching the sunset, and whenever he hears it, he whistles an echo of a bird calling from one of the taller trees beside the building. Misty is curled up around a little blanket on the bedside table he'd moved over to the window to help him climb up, since his arm still isn't one hundred percent, and he has one hand buried in her fur, scratching just the way she likes it, judging by the way she purrs.
It's... peaceful. Calm. Like everything's normal, everything's great.
Another good day.]