Maybe we can get one of those sleep number beds. [He says it as he maneuvers the both of them up and off the couch, and though Teddy meant to keep going, he ends up cutting himself off with a huge yawn before shaking his head, then getting back on track.] Or, you know, memory foam. One of those things.

[He wraps an arm around Billy's shoulders, left hand in view... and that's when he realizes that there's something missing, something important. Teddy has a suspicion as to where it is, but he'd still like it back on him right away.]

Um. Going completely off the subject of beds for a second - Do you know where my ring is?