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[Okay, so. Post-draft, he's given himself a few days of seclusion and bed-rest (apparently being infected with a zombie virus is exhausting), and even Billy can freely admit to himself that he's been pretty depressed lately, a fact for which he feels no shame considering that depression was well and truly earned. One can only spend so much time fretting, moping, and dwelling on one's own misery for so long, however, and today? He's decided that enough is enough. Billy will be going out today, limping around the village and visiting the people who were on the draft whose fate he's still uncertain of. The ones he can't find or has no reason to actually visit, he'll check with a light location spell, and he'll spend a few hours at Seventh Heaven people-watching out the window while he doodles in a book that Teddy had given him containing a series of patterns (much like this) that resemble inkblogs, and bit by bit Billy's turning them into something like this instead. It's been a tiring week, though, so you could always catch him napping on the table, instead.
At some point he'll attempt to find Peter, and when both a location spell and a teleport fails, he tries to teleport to the apartment he'd been staying at instead, finding it almost completely emptied. All he manages to dig up is a small cartridge that, after a moment of scrutiny, he identifies as a web fluid cartridge. His fanboyish glee at the discovery is tempered by the fact that the empty apartment means one more piece of bad news.
After his visits and window-watching is done, he'll return home to make the announcement, along with one more message-]
Hey out there... just wanted to let his friends know that Peter Parker went home. So... sorry. Yeah.
[Locked to Loki]
...We still on for tomorrow, or do you want to take a break? Because... you know. [Draft. Awfulness all around. He wouldn't blame Loki if he wanted to take a week off.
Later on in the evening he'll be over at Ben's barbeque, if anyone wants to bother him while he's there.]
At some point he'll attempt to find Peter, and when both a location spell and a teleport fails, he tries to teleport to the apartment he'd been staying at instead, finding it almost completely emptied. All he manages to dig up is a small cartridge that, after a moment of scrutiny, he identifies as a web fluid cartridge. His fanboyish glee at the discovery is tempered by the fact that the empty apartment means one more piece of bad news.
After his visits and window-watching is done, he'll return home to make the announcement, along with one more message-]
Hey out there... just wanted to let his friends know that Peter Parker went home. So... sorry. Yeah.
[Locked to Loki]
...We still on for tomorrow, or do you want to take a break? Because... you know. [Draft. Awfulness all around. He wouldn't blame Loki if he wanted to take a week off.
Later on in the evening he'll be over at Ben's barbeque, if anyone wants to bother him while he's there.]
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[He pokes around the first-aid kit for a moment, before he holds up thick white strips of cloth and raises an eyebrow.] This, right?
[As if satisfied, he takes the disinfectant and
and
figures he shouldn't soak it
so after holding up both items like he's making an important decision between them, he slowly begins to pour a bit of disinfectant on the gauze. Oh god is he doing this right]
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that's
probably alright?
His experience is mostly with the antiseptic gel, so even Billy looks a bit lost, watching him work. It can't hurt, though, so after a moment he reaches out to tap Teddy's hand, indicating that it's enough. He's so determined and focused, though- it's kind of adorable.]
This next part's probably going to hurt. I know it'll be hard, but at least try not to feel guilty about it, okay?
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8[ Billyyyyyy
Teddy looks at him with concerned eyes, then down at the gauze, then up at Billy again. What's this about hurting him oh no whyyy]
Wait, it is? Why?
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Teddy. I've got a hole in my leg. Sometimes injuries just hurt, no matter how gentle you are. It's part of being human.
[Come on, you spent days with a sprained wrist, you ought to understand this now so don't give me funny looks 8|]
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Not exactly my finest moment, huh? [Okay okay, so let's steady Billy's leg again, get in a good position, and - ]
So this will probably hurt. [ - and start to press the gauze against the wound.]
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It's... not like the washing and bandage-removal and whatnot didn't hurt, so... this can't be worse, right?
Of course, now that Teddy's aware of the pain he's probably actively watching for it, which just makes Billy more determined to not show any pain at all. When the gauze touches the wound, he does three things: he narrows his eyes, bites his lip, and curls his fingers tightly around the edge of the tub, attempting to make a face that says "serious" but probably comes across as more like "this is unpleasant".]
Um- the bandage. Just wrap it around like the one you took off was tied.
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Mm. You got this, B. [Teddy's trying to be gentle, he is, but it seems pain's inevitable. He'll at least wrap the bandage around his leg, though it doesn't look near as professional as the last one did. At one point he even pauses, frowns, then undoes the bandage a little to redo the job. Stupid simple task that he ought to know.]
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[His voice is a little strained, but it's calm enough to indicate that it's not like he's in agony. It's a low, stinging pain when he feels pressure on unsealed flesh, tender muscle and sensitive nerves. He'd been bitten by a dog before, back in Central Park, been rushed by a paranoid first-time mother to get it properly cared for and receive a rabies shot or whatever. But dogs bite to warn, to hurt, to frighten away- they broke the skin if you really deserved it, but usually not much more.
Zombies bite to eat. That makes all the difference.]
You're doing really good, though. It doesn't have to be perfect, it just has to stay on.
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And sure enough, after several more passes with the bandage, Teddy secures it in place, then runs a hand down it, satisfied that it seems to fit snugly. Not too tight, but not too loose.]
How's that?
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[Billy gives his leg a light shake, then smiles faintly, easing back in his spot and closing his eyes, relieved and pleased by both the results and the fact that it's over. Teddy was gentle, of course, and it feels like he did just fine, but treating injuries kind of sucks in general.]
Perfect. I think I'd better promote you to Doctor Altman for treatment this fine.
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[But he still smiles at the praise. It means a lot, knowing that Billy's got faith in him, would let him deal with a wound like that... heh.]
So, where to next? Couch or bed?
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[That can even be interpreted as an invitation to help him get there- pride is one thing, but he knows it's okay to be pampered, too. And no one's better at that than Teddy.]
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[It's an invitation Teddy picks up on, and of course he jumps on it. He loves any opportunity to carry Billy, even if the latter were more joking about it than anything.
So he leans in and, with a kiss to Billy's cheek, he slides his arms under his knees and around his shoulders, then easily slides him against his torso as he straightens out of his kneel and stands.]
Don't forget, I promised TLC for you, too. [He says as he nudges the door open with his foot and heads towards Billy's room.]
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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.]
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Yeah, Billy is no one's princess. But that doesn't mean Teddy can't spoil him and treat him like a prince every once in a while.
Teddy grins in response to that, and soon enough, they're in the room that might as well be his as well, for as much as he hangs out and sleeps there. Once he makes it to the bed, he sets Billy down, carefully of course, and climbs up on his knees beside him.]
So.
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[He ponders it for all of two seconds before lifting his fist towards Teddy, thumb facing the ceiling. Rock paper scissors lizard Spock, y/n?]
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Okay. 1, 2... [And after a pause, he moves his fist and:] Rock paper scissors lizard - [He stops his fist, giving the Vulcan Salute.] Spock.
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[Billy sulks a bit, dropping his defeated fist; he doesn't particularly care who goes first, but he doesn't like to lose in a geek battle. The sulk fades when something occurs to him, however-]
...Wait, uh. What exactly did you win?
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But the question makes him blink, then slowly lower the hand phaser before pulling it back to scratch the back of his head.]
You got a point. It's kind of a win-win here... [After a moment of thought, though, a smile comes up again.]
All right, I got it. I won the right to choose if I'm the pamperer or the pamperee first. [And as he reaches to slide a hand down Billy's chest:] I think I'll choose pamperer.
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So you're saying that even when I lose, I win? I can get behind this.
[He leans back against his pillows, hands moving to clasp together behind his head, and smiles up at his boyfriend, ready to watch his every move (or at least until Teddy gets him too distracted, something he's very good at).]
Alright, Altman, do your worst.
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[He presses a few light kisses to the side of his neck, then one on his jawline, then a couple on his ear, before he whispers into it:] Here I was going to give my most mediocre. All right then.
[The hand that had been sliding down comes to a stop on Billy's abdomen as Teddy presses a kiss to a still clothed collarbone, then down on his sternum, and once he reaches his hand, he sides it down once again, now over his waist and hip, until it stops on his thigh.]
You've been using these all day, haven't you? [And there's another kiss, right at the spot where the hip and thigh connect.] Your legs.
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[Billy squirms a little, his legs sliding together a bit. He's not sure what Teddy's thinking, but he's pretty sure he'll enjoy it either way. Nothing about this is mediocre, and he's barely started. And if this is his reward for losing, well.
He'll have to think of something really good when it's his turn.]
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[And with that, Teddy goes back to kiss and trailing his hand down, covering his thighs and knees and shins, though he's more careful when he's near the wound. Once he's close enough to Billy's ankles, Teddy moves his hands to untie his shoelaces.]
Let's get these off. [His voice is quiet as he says it, and he doesn't say anything else until he has both Billy's shoes and socks off.
Then he leans back to get more comfortable, let Billy's heels rest on his lap, and start to press his thumbs and fingers against his feet in a nice massage.]
How does that feel?
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Mm... feels like heaven. Are you shifting your fingers, or do you just have the magic touch?
[Though he certainly wouldn't put it past Teddy to know his feet well enough to know just where to touch- he knows every other part of him, after all.]
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...
So yes, he knows his feet well enough, too. It's only a little sad.]
I'd rather call it an art. Think I should get into massage therapy on top of hero work?
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