[He wears that same look of panic for a moment or two longer, while Teddy's sudden appearance sinks in; he's here. He's okay, he's safe, he's not gone.
He's not alone.
Then the relief hits him, but it's very quickly swept aside by anger. Because he had been alone, because Teddy left him alone in bed without even a sign that he'd gotten up, and Teddy never gets up earlier than him, and it's so irrational but he can't think of anything but how inconsiderate it feels to him.
So he backs up, shoves against Teddy's chest - ignoring how it makes him stumble instead of his boyfriend, goddammit, and just lets loose that anger, since holding it in hurts too much right now.]
What the hell do you think you're doing out here!?
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He's not alone.
Then the relief hits him, but it's very quickly swept aside by anger. Because he had been alone, because Teddy left him alone in bed without even a sign that he'd gotten up, and Teddy never gets up earlier than him, and it's so irrational but he can't think of anything but how inconsiderate it feels to him.
So he backs up, shoves against Teddy's chest - ignoring how it makes him stumble instead of his boyfriend, goddammit, and just lets loose that anger, since holding it in hurts too much right now.]
What the hell do you think you're doing out here!?