[Those words make Billy's breath catch, just as much (if not more) than the slow and steady grind of their bodies moving as one. He lifts a hand away from Teddy's waist to press it against the one on his cheek, resting his fingers comfortably between Teddy's. He smiles, his eyes helplessly misty, and licks his lips.]
Sorry... kept you waiting, didn't I... made you worry.
[He doesn't regret saying yes, not ever. But he can regret everything that happened to delay this, can't he?
He did ask perfectly, though... I couldn't have done it that well.]
[Action, March 14th]
Sorry... kept you waiting, didn't I... made you worry.
[He doesn't regret saying yes, not ever. But he can regret everything that happened to delay this, can't he?
He did ask perfectly, though... I couldn't have done it that well.]