[It's a little nerve-wracking, doing this with Teddy not responding the way he usually might. It isn't an outright negative response, though, so... Billy hopes that he's doing okay. He'll stop in a heartbeat if Teddy asks him to, but until that happens, he'll just have to trust that Teddy will be honest about what he wants.

Lifting up, he buries his face in Teddy's hair, nuzzling it affectionately, loving the way it softly tickles his nose and falls perfectly back into place as he pulls away. A thought occurs to him, almost fleeting, but he ponders it for a moment before pressing a gentle kiss to the nape of Teddy's neck, trailing a line up into his hair.]

God, your hair's soft... I love it, you know? From the moment I saw you, the real you, all I could think about was how I'd get my hands in it without you thinking I was weird...