[Billy can only nod, hoping that just how much he agrees with his mother's words is conveyed through his eyes. There's so much he wants to say, but so much he can't. How Teddy literally is his family, how he has so many memories of their time spent together, how they'd shared a home and a bed and a life, how the ring at his neck, tucked beneath his shirt, is a symbol of just how much of a family they are.
Not yet, though. Not yet. And his heart aches to remember that Teddy doesn't know all those things. He wants to confess it all, but knows how crazy and unbelievable it would be.
Instead he just clings, refusing to let Teddy go, and pleads silently. If Teddy truly wanted to go, no one could stop him. But it's clearly for their sake, not his.]
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Not yet, though. Not yet. And his heart aches to remember that Teddy doesn't know all those things. He wants to confess it all, but knows how crazy and unbelievable it would be.
Instead he just clings, refusing to let Teddy go, and pleads silently. If Teddy truly wanted to go, no one could stop him. But it's clearly for their sake, not his.]