[He can't help chuckling at that - that's his boyfriend, sarcastic as always. It's actually really good to hear it. Teddy's always loved his sarcasm, of course, but it's also a sign that he's feeling a bit more like himself.]

Right, right. Mixing bowl. [He reaches out to slide his thumb along Billy's cheek, gently wiping at the now dry tear tracks, before he looks away and gets the bowl, plus new eggs from the fridge.]

By the way, how do you like your omelettes? Did you want anything in them? Meat or whatever?