[It's questions that Billy is all too familiar with- both from what he knew of Teddy, and of his own failings, too. If he'd done something more to help, if he'd just been a little better at magic, a little faster, if he'd saved her. He'd been so caught up in his spell that he hadn't even noticed Teddy being taken, and it still wasn't good enough. He'd failed them both that day.

And Kl'rt had come for Teddy... so he can only imagine how that must feel.

Teddy's trying to work through it, though, and to find peace in his memories. Billy should respect his wishes. He doesn't pull away, merely nuzzles his face against Teddy's neck, glancing sidelong at the stars glowing softly above them.]

Feels... kind of like we're camping outside, or something. Doesn't it? I bet if we opened the window, let the air flow a bit...