[As soon as Teddy lifts him up, Billy slides his arms around his boyfriend's neck, tilting his head to rest comfortably in the crook between his neck and shoulders, and smiles faintly. For all his pride and determination to defy the homophobic slurs about femininity he'd had thrown at him since middle school, sometimes he likes being carried like this. There's nothing safer than the arms so strong they hold him effortlessly, and there's a certain degree of romanticism to it that even he can't deny.
He's no one's princess. But Teddy is, in fact, a prince.]
Mm-hm. Like I said- busy night.
[His tone expresses just how much the idea bothers him- that is, not at all.]
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He's no one's princess. But Teddy is, in fact, a prince.]
Mm-hm. Like I said- busy night.
[His tone expresses just how much the idea bothers him- that is, not at all.]