[Of all things, it's the groan of the wood that snaps Billy out of it, his gaze drifting to the frame and the way Teddy's gripping it, the anger trickling out of his expression and just leaving him shocked and tired again. He doesn't really want to fight, and he doesn't want to be angry, either. He just needed to get that point across. Even if he managed to do it in a really lousy way.

His arms fall to his sides, limp and drained, and his gaze darts to the side, unable to look at Teddy's expression.]

Don't... you don't have to do that. I just- I panicked, I woke up for the first time after everything that happened and I... I just really needed to know you were okay.