Hey, hey... [Teddy sets the guitar aside, strings and all, to give his lap some room, then reaches up to wrap his arms around Billy's shoulders, one hand rubbing soothingly above the wings. Something obviously occurred outside; if Teddy had kept his journal open, he probably would've known instantly. But with him wanting to focus on the guitar rather than what people are saying, he instead turned his iPhone's music on. Billy can probably hear it faintly playing from the chair nearby.]
I can't know what's going on if you're mumbling in my shoulder, B...
[July 11th | Action]
I can't know what's going on if you're mumbling in my shoulder, B...