[Billy inhales quietly, then exhales in a long, contented sigh, his only verbal response. He doesn't have the words to express fully how that makes him feel, how the promise covers him like a protective blanket. They'll fix this, they'll get over... everything. They'll have a future, and it'll be a great one, too. He'll still have to work hard, of course - trust is earned, and he has a ways to go before things can be the way they were before - but... he can believe in it. Believe in Teddy. Believe in them.
It gets better.
And it will.
He presses back against Teddy, gripping him gently, letting his body language do the talking for him, for once. Words just get in the way, sometimes. How they feel is what matters.]
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It gets better.
And it will.
He presses back against Teddy, gripping him gently, letting his body language do the talking for him, for once. Words just get in the way, sometimes. How they feel is what matters.]