[...Well, that did the trick. Billy feels a deep blush cross his cheeks, reaching a hand down to brush his fingers through Teddy's hair, ducking his head down, his voice a barely coherent mumble.]
S... stoppit. That's nasty, T.
[It's touching, though. He should've figured that he's just overthinking things- Teddy's not the type to kick up a fuss over this.]
[Action]
S... stoppit. That's nasty, T.
[It's touching, though. He should've figured that he's just overthinking things- Teddy's not the type to kick up a fuss over this.]