[IC] Appointments Post

[selfhelp]

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[Action, June 1st]

[selfhelp]

[Billy watches him closely, feeling sick with worry; Teddy's hardly ever like this, his healing ability taking care of pretty much any injuries or weakness, never getting sick... and in a flash of realization Billy is reminded of the draft, of the Skrulls attacking.

And he did this.

He flinches slightly, then pushes his guilt aside - there'll be time for that later - and reaches up to grab Teddy's hand, tugging it down from his cheek and pulling the blond back against his shoulder, gently stroking his hair.]

I-I... god, I'm so sorry... just relax, try to rest. I'll take care of you.

[He can't fix this, much as he wishes to; exhaustion can't be healed. But he'll do whatever he can to help.]

[Action, June 1st]

[halfnhalf]

Mmm. [Relaxing and resting sounds good right about now. And the fact that Billy's here, the fact that he can sink into his warmth, his warmth, and not have to fear him. There's still an urge to push him away, wired into him after too many times of getting partially drained. But he pushes it back down, because this? This is home. This is where he belongs, in Billy's true warmth, just Billy and no one else.

Which brings up his next question, as he opens his eyes again to look up at him wearily.]

Can you stay for a while? [Maybe he's not normally so vocally needy, and he doesn't like the way that came out of his mouth, but...

It's been a while, and he's missed this so much.]

[Action, June 1st]

[selfhelp]

God, as if I'd go anywhere...

[A part of him wants to keep himself as far from Teddy as possible, in case something's still wrong with him, but he wants to make up for what he has done already, and that means respecting Teddy's wishes. Though it helps that the rest of him just wants to cling for all he's worth. He glances around, noting the pathetic state of the couch, then holds Teddy closer, murmuring under his breath for a moment. He's tired too, but he has enough power for at least one spell; when the blue light around them fades, they're on the bed, and he nudges Teddy into lying down, kissing his forehead.]

Sleep, okay? Don't worry, I'll be near.

[Action, June 1st]

[halfnhalf]

[Teddy tries giving in to the strong urge to reach his hand up and caress Billy's cheek, to lean his head up and kiss him in return. But raising up either of them is a chore, so he settles for just smiling instead. It's weak and weary, but still a genuine one all the same, and full of love.]

... We did good, okay? I'm proud of you. Of us, too.

[Though it's hard to raise his hand up, he can slide it over to hold onto the hem of Billy's shirt, wanting to return the contact in some way, and to ensure that Billy does stay nearby rather than go off alone.

Then he shuts his eyes, and sleep comes to him almost immediately.]

[Action, June 1st]

[selfhelp]

[Billy doesn't answer, merely rests a hand over Teddy's and brushes back his hair, cradling him close as he falls asleep. The guilt's eating away at him, and the concern is ever-present, and maybe later the one will win out over the other; he'll head out, clear up the place, make sure he's safe to be around again. Check and see what's going on, if anyone else needs help, if it's finally over. Mostly make sure he's safe.

Right now, though? Right now he'll stay like he promised. The worry's won over the rest, and he's going to watch and make sure Teddy sleeps through the night before he budges even an inch from this spot.

It's his fault that this happened; he owes Teddy far more than just this.]