[The breath that it takes to laugh at that somehow gives Billy enough energy to pull out and roll over to lie on his back next to Teddy, panting quietly and smiling like an idiot. God, he doesn't care. They're gross and sweaty and will be cold soon if they don't either put a fire on or get to the hot springs and he just. Does not care.

He's just so happy.]

I'll just... ha... take it as a compliment, then. I screwed the sense out of Teddy Altman. That's going in the record books.