[Billy stares as Teddy disappears into the kitchen, blinking blearily and reaching out to grip the door frame that Teddy had just cracked, as if the freshly-splintered wood can snap him out of his stupor. He doesn't move until the alarm stops shrieking, since it's really doing nothing for the pounding in his head, and as soon as there's silence he hesitantly follows after his boyfriend.
What greets him first as he enters the kitchen is the stench of burnt food, which is unfortunate enough, but what he focuses on is Teddy who is working away to salvage it. That's when it hits him, what Teddy had said before- about cooking breakfast. To surprise him. To help with what happened.
God, he's such a jerk.
He doesn't move, simply leans against the wall with his arms at his side, hands pressed to the drywall, watching his boyfriend and feeling kind of terrible, physically, mentally, emotionally, the whole spectrum. He feels like crawling back into bed and sleeping off the shame, but he knows that after flipping out like that he can't just slink off.
Dammit. How'd he manage to take a shitty situation and make it even worse?]
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What greets him first as he enters the kitchen is the stench of burnt food, which is unfortunate enough, but what he focuses on is Teddy who is working away to salvage it. That's when it hits him, what Teddy had said before- about cooking breakfast. To surprise him. To help with what happened.
God, he's such a jerk.
He doesn't move, simply leans against the wall with his arms at his side, hands pressed to the drywall, watching his boyfriend and feeling kind of terrible, physically, mentally, emotionally, the whole spectrum. He feels like crawling back into bed and sleeping off the shame, but he knows that after flipping out like that he can't just slink off.
Dammit. How'd he manage to take a shitty situation and make it even worse?]