[His brow raises, before he set the coffee against the table to get his hands free. One hand starts to sift through Billy's hair, and the other rests against his chest, thumb occasionally brushing against the fabric. Billy doesn't look too upset, just... as if he heard a lot of information that he didn't really want to hear.
Teddy gets that way with algebra lectures. But he knows it's worse than numbers, and now he wants to ask more than ever where he went. At the moment, though, talking with him about this is much more important.]
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Teddy gets that way with algebra lectures. But he knows it's worse than numbers, and now he wants to ask more than ever where he went. At the moment, though, talking with him about this is much more important.]
Care to share your existential crisis with me?