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[Haha... Billy's doing the one thing that all new skaters do, yet it's the one thing that's their downfall as well.]

Because you're focusing too much on that. [Or, well, that didn't make much sense, so he ducks his head, trying to get Billy to look at him.] You've got your eyes on your feet. You're not going to know what's ahead of you if you keep watching them.

[....

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That... sounds disturbingly familiar. It takes a moment for those words to really sink in, for Billy to digest them properly; you can practically hear the wheels turning in his head. He's said that before, trying to teach Teddy how to dance. But that was different, wasn't it? Surely the two can't be that similar.

It takes a few long moments, but finally, Billy lifts his eyes uncertainly to meet Teddy's instead of watching their feet. God, he looks so happy...]

So... what, I should be looking at you, instead? Is that a pick-up line, Altman?

[There we go. Teddy just squeezes his hands, just to tell him that he's doing good.]

If it's a pick-up line that does it, then sure. [Slowly, slowly, he lets go of one hand, ready to hold it again if he needs to.] You've got to feel your legs and your feet, not watch them. They're the ones doing the work, not the eyes.

[Teddy isn't even comparing it to dancing, doesn't feel that sense of familiarity. But if he knew, he would absolutely advocate it if it got Billy to trust in this a little more.]

[Even Billy isn't sure if he can compare them yet, but that first step - the very idea - is a good start, and it helps him find some semblance of stability. It's definitely different in the sense that he can't nearly find his balance as easily, but with Teddy's support, he does start to relax a little, even ventures to push himself forward a bit. At least getting momentum is easy enough, although that makes it pretty intimidating, too.]

Okay... I'm feeling them, I'm feeling them. Which is kind of a miracle, considering the temperature. Now what?

Well. Now...

[Now, Teddy starts to skate forward. Slowly, enough so that Billy won't be yanked along for the ride, and he keeps his movements wide enough for Billy to plainly see, if he needs a bit of guidance on how to move.]

We ride.

[Whoa, okay. That... is actually surprisingly more smooth than he'd expected. He's seen skating before, sure, and it looks great, but there'd been something of a dissonance between that belief and reality when he'd tried it out himself. Something about the fact that he'd spent more time on his ass than on his feet.

Teddy, though... he almost makes it look graceful again. It's kind of surreal.]

If, uh. If you'd wanted a ride, I can think of better ways to...

[He trails off, his cheeky thought derailing as he tentatively tries to move his legs the way Teddy is. It's not exactly on par, but it's a step above the tiptoe-slide he'd been doing before.]

Haha... Is that a pick-up line, Kaplan? You're getting as bad as me over here.

[It makes him think of home, minus the crowds that made the rink a living obstacle course. It makes him think of how he'd skate as fast as he could with his friends, shoving each other but never with the intent to make them fall, seeing how falling with blades on your feet can be dangerous. It makes him think of dragging his mother along, her student surpassing the teacher, and turning around to steady her when she wobbled too much. And for once, he can think of that and feel a nostalgic sort of happiness, not a sense of solemn longing.

Now, it's a memory to share with Billy. Once he feels Billy start to feel more steady, he grins, then holds his arm out so that they're not as close together, like they're gliding with their arms spread. In fact, he sweeps his other arm outward, and it looks pretty damn similar to something in a dance.]

Oh god, oh god, oh god...

[Billy's reaction is the opposite, at first; his eyes go wide, and his arm flails free as soon as Teddy lets him go. He's a breath away from spazzing and losing his calm completely when he notices the position.

....

Wow. Is Teddy dancing with him, on ice, willingly and without specific urging? Is that what this is?

He can't help but stare, his arm half-lifted, lips quirking into a fascinated little smile. No way. No way.

Maybe it is a bit like dancing after all.]

[Finally. He got a smile out of him.

Teddy feels accomplished by that, and it shows in his eyes and smile. Once they start to slow down, he pulls Billy closer again and goes back to his slow, wide movements.]

See? It's not so bad.

Mmm... alright, I'll cave. But only because you're here.

[He squeezes Teddy's hand, soaking in the warmth and support he can feel through his glove. It's a lot different when the person you're skating with isn't actively trying to sabotage your efforts.]

The best part of skating is when you're with someone. [He squeezes Billy's hand in return, his own free one sliding into his pocket as he decides to just take it slow, get Billy used to the feeling of skating rather than just taking him along for the ride.]

I used to skate sometimes with the friends I had. Not a lot, and they weren't always... quiet, like this. [Teddy looks ahead now, his gaze turning more fond.] The first time I went to the rink was with my mom. She tried teaching me, but [And he chuckles quietly,] she was just starting out herself, so she had to hold on to the wall more than me. I ended up getting better at it while she gave up and supported me more than anything.

[...Ah.

Billy gives Teddy's hand another squeeze, taking careful note of his voice, his expression. As good as Teddy is at hiding how he's feeling - when what he's feeling isn't happy - he's usually pretty honest when he brings up is mom. For him to be calm and smiling about it is... definitely a good sign. Yeah.]

I think moms are just naturally cautious of ice because they're smart about it. My mom never liked it much, either- it was always Dad who tried to take me skating. The whole... three times we tried.

[Thinking back on it, he wonders if it was a Skrull thing. If she wasn't used to ice, or didn't like it for other reasons, or...

But then Billy starts talking about his experiences with the ice, and his own thoughts are put on the back burner. Better to listen and discover something more about his boyfriend's past than to wonder about something he lost the chance to know.]

Dare I ask what happened those three times?

Ha... I don't think you want to know.

[Not just because he knows how Teddy reacts to stories about past bullying - with him so happy, Billy doesn't want to ruin it - but truthfully he doesn't want to share an embarrassing story in detail.]

The short version is that you're lucky my butt isn't permanently blue, black, and broken.

Yeah, it sure would be a shame if that happened.

[And despite the fact that his one free hand is on the other side of him, he still slides it out of his pocket and shifts enough behind him to give Billy's butt a playful tap. It'd be a shame indeed.]

I like your butt nice and healthy.

[Billy jerks forward a bit, helplessly; he'd expected it, but somehow it was still a surprise. He gives Teddy a light nudge in response, feigning a punishment.]

As true as that is, we are out in public.

Hey, the lakes are practically out in the middle of nowhere. We're fine.

[And as they start to approach a turn... Teddy suddenly gets an idea.]

Close your eyes for a minute.

[Wh- close his eyes? And leave himself at the mercy of the questionably-stable ice and his own clumsiness?

And Teddy. He's about to offer up a handful of protests when his own head reminds himself. Teddy would never let me crash.

It takes some courage and mental prodding, but Billy finally closes his eyes.]

Okay, do your worst.

[Please, please do not do your worst.]

Okay.

[Teddy just watches him for a few seconds, marveling how he looks, grateful and touched that he trusts him with this even though he's still clumsy on the ice.

But then he has to focus on their movements. Teddy maneuvers himself so that he can steady his hand against the small of Billy's back, his free one holding on to Billy's hand, and he slowly guides him into the turn. But he doesn't stay on the edge; instead, he turns so that they're skating down the middle of the lake, and Teddy glances at Billy's face again.]

All right, now... Hold your arms out to the side, and just...

[With those instructions, Teddy starts to pick up speed until the wind is flying through their hair, and he soon lets go of Billy's hand, though he still keeps his own against Billy's back to let him know that he's still got him and to keep up the speed. But like this... Like this, with the wind blowing and his arms out to the sides, maybe, just maybe... It'd be like the flying Billy missed so much. He knows, out of everything Billy had to give up, flying is one of the ones he misses the most. So...]

[There's that same initial panic, of course, when Teddy lets him go, visions of himself careening into the nearest snowbank and falling on his own face and probably breaking something because he's unlucky like that. Of course he doesn't - he can feel Teddy's hand on his back, and he's still skating right next to him, and the lack of hands hasn't made him stop trusting his boyfriend. But it still takes a tremendous amount of willpower to not only keep his eyes closed, but finally stretch his arms out as instructed. He doesn't see what the point of all of this is, it's not like he'll-

....

....

Oh.

He can feel it, now. He can understand what Teddy's trying to do. The air on his face is cold and rushed, but it's familiar, crisp and fresh and breathtaking, like they're high up in the air above all the smoke and fog of the city - or the village, in this place. His feet glide freely across the surface of the ice that almost, almost makes them as weightless as when he's floating above the ground. His scarf and hood flaps behind him, like the cape he hardly ever lets himself wear anymore.

He draw in a shaky breath, exhaling the same way, and a strong, much more sincere smile crosses his lips. It's not the same. Nothing could ever be the same.

But it's so close he wants to cry. It's beautiful. It's so, so beautiful.]

Tee...

[At first, Teddy wasn't sure if it'd work. Maybe it was too cold, maybe the fact that his feet are still on the ground is ruining it, maybe this is all for nothing -

But then the smile on Billy's face tells him differently. It's not the same as flying; nothing would be the same as that until Billy decides to lift his feet off the ground and fly. But with his arms spread wide, scarf billowing behind him, and his smile wide and free...

It's close enough, and that's what Teddy was hoping to give him for at least an instant. And he looks so beautiful like that.

With them speeding along, however, the other side of the lake is approaching much faster. So, not wanting to just jolt him out of it, Teddy takes his hand again, then slows their speed enough to take a wide turn without sending them both careening to the side. Once they're skating straight again, Teddy keeps his hands where they are, around his hand and on his back, and looks at his face once more.]

Was that good?

Mm.

[Billy doesn't entirely trust his own voice just yet, so he lets his expression answer for him. Yes. Yes, it was good. So good it surprises him, actually. For the first time since that initial, awkward shuffle onto the ice, Billy finally moves his own feet to help them glide over the surface of it together, echoing Teddy's strides one by one. It's far from perfect, but it's the most effort he's put into it thus far, and he manages to not trip or drag Teddy down with him. An impressive feat considering his fears all along.]

Still is. I can't believe I'm actually doing this...

First time for everything. Or a fourth time, in this case.

[And though Billy's skating on his own, something that makes Teddy give a big dimpled grin, he still holds onto his hand as they return to a slower, more leisure speed. He doesn't particularly want their mini vacation to be ruined by Billy walking home with a bruised butt.]

I guess you just needed the right person to skate with.

[Billy would prefer that himself, so he doesn't mind - rather, enjoys - the continued contact. He finally opens his eyes again, looking around at the scenery as well as himself and Teddy, visibly amazed that he's on his feet and doing this at Teddy's side, still.]

I guess that's what it was. But do me a favour and never tell my dad about this.

My lips are sealed.

[Teddy watches Billy for a moment longer, then turns his gaze ahead, looking at the scenery as well as where he's skating. It'd look pretty bad if he sent the both of them flying over the edge and all.]

And thanks. For trusting me with all this.

[Even closing his eyes and letting Teddy speed along. He's honestly a little surprised that Billy went through with that.]

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