[Teddy certainly isn't going to resist cuddling, even if it's on ice. He slips his arms around his boyfriend's waist (and god, now he so wishes he could call him more than that) and holds him close, keeping them in place by digging one of his skates in by the toe. He shuts his eyes, taking in Billy's own scent, noticing the lack of magic thanks to not using it anymore, and finds that he doesn't mind it. There's still the sandalwood, the smell of coffee, the little things that make Billy who he is, the young man that Teddy loves so much.

He wishes he could keep holding him like this forever. And he hopes, wishes, yearns so desperately for Billy to want the same in return, to say yes when, not if, Teddy pops the question. It's so easy to imagine Billy saying either one or the other, and that's one of the things that scares Teddy into not wanting to do it just yet - and certainly not next month, with Billy's birthday and, god forbid, Valentine's Day.

But soon. He wants to do it soon, rid himself of whatever doubts he might have and kneel down and...]

That's... what I want, too. To be here with you, more than anything. Or anywhere you are. I want to follow you wherever you go... On ice or in another world or wherever.

[As long as I'm with you...]