[There are arguments that run quietly through Teddy's head. He doesn't know how to properly do CPR, and even if he did, there'd be so many other things that could go wrong, like oh, did he mention he had super strength and it looks like CPR uses a lot of force? And just the wrong amount could lead to him making the situation worse rather than better? And what if his emotions get in the way? If it's Billy, what if he panics? There's so many things that could go wrong with his hands against someone's ribs like that.
But the thoughts soon putter out and drop completely as he stares down at Billy, feels that kiss against his hand. And... no matter how much he feels he can argue against it, he really can't think of a time, save for when he was a child and didn't know about his powers, that he actually hurt someone he wasn't fighting off. He'd always held it back; at first just to fit in and seem normal and not hurt again, and then to protect people and make them feel comfortable. It's become a natural thing now, not quite a conscious effort anymore.
So, any argument he has is forgotten by now, and he averts his eyes to look at Billy's hair instead, one clawed thumb gently stroking the back of his boyfriend's hand. Yes, he's aware of that blush across his face, and yes, he's aware that he's not even trying to shift it away. That was a very good thing for him to hear.]
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[There are arguments that run quietly through Teddy's head. He doesn't know how to properly do CPR, and even if he did, there'd be so many other things that could go wrong, like oh, did he mention he had super strength and it looks like CPR uses a lot of force? And just the wrong amount could lead to him making the situation worse rather than better? And what if his emotions get in the way? If it's Billy, what if he panics? There's so many things that could go wrong with his hands against someone's ribs like that.
But the thoughts soon putter out and drop completely as he stares down at Billy, feels that kiss against his hand. And... no matter how much he feels he can argue against it, he really can't think of a time, save for when he was a child and didn't know about his powers, that he actually hurt someone he wasn't fighting off. He'd always held it back; at first just to fit in and seem normal and not hurt again, and then to protect people and make them feel comfortable. It's become a natural thing now, not quite a conscious effort anymore.
So, any argument he has is forgotten by now, and he averts his eyes to look at Billy's hair instead, one clawed thumb gently stroking the back of his boyfriend's hand. Yes, he's aware of that blush across his face, and yes, he's aware that he's not even trying to shift it away. That was a very good thing for him to hear.]
I guess I could try learning it.