[Teddy's tone should have fizzled his anger, but instead it just seems to fuel him on, as if justified by his boyfriend's defeated attitude.]

You really think I'd stay sleeping without you there!? And then to find you gone- you didn't even make the bed- you could've done something! Left a note! I was scared, Teddy! you should've- stayed with me, or- I don't know...!

[He's running out of arguments and swiftly out of energy, hands flailing in an effort to find the words to articulate his feeling. Panic is never particularly coherent, which is unfortunate, because at this point he's just ranting his frustration at the nearest target.]