[It just makes him kind of nervous, but Billy doesn't need to know that. It'd make Teddy look bad, for one, if he up and said something like that, and he doesn't want to deny his boyfriend this either. Especially when it seems like Billy desperately needs it, with the relief he showed upon agreement...
Still, Teddy can't help thinking it's a little weird that Billy would immediately suggest sleeping in the same bed without any hint of embarrassment or nerves similar to Teddy's. But just like Billy's behavior before this, Teddy blames it on his time in prison, and possibly even the events of the Cube, and it makes him hate what happened all the more.
So as Billy walks to the other side of the bed, Teddy takes off his shirt and pants and deliberately keeps his eyes up to avoid looking at the numerous scars on his stomach. It's why he slides on the pajama top first before going for the bottoms; he hates seeing them, hates what they remind him of, hates the thought that his healing might not ever fix them, even though they already look better than they did days ago.]
So, um. [He turns to slide his feet under the covers, noticing Billy putting something away, but not thinking enough about it to look.] I'm... I missed you. So much. [He offers a smile, though he still feels nerves hammering around in his chest.] And I'm really, really glad you're back with me. That it's all over...
[God, he's so bad at talking sometimes. How can he put into words how much he really missed him, how out of his mind he was with worry? How much he... he loves him, even after just a few months?]
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[It just makes him kind of nervous, but Billy doesn't need to know that. It'd make Teddy look bad, for one, if he up and said something like that, and he doesn't want to deny his boyfriend this either. Especially when it seems like Billy desperately needs it, with the relief he showed upon agreement...
Still, Teddy can't help thinking it's a little weird that Billy would immediately suggest sleeping in the same bed without any hint of embarrassment or nerves similar to Teddy's. But just like Billy's behavior before this, Teddy blames it on his time in prison, and possibly even the events of the Cube, and it makes him hate what happened all the more.
So as Billy walks to the other side of the bed, Teddy takes off his shirt and pants and deliberately keeps his eyes up to avoid looking at the numerous scars on his stomach. It's why he slides on the pajama top first before going for the bottoms; he hates seeing them, hates what they remind him of, hates the thought that his healing might not ever fix them, even though they already look better than they did days ago.]
So, um. [He turns to slide his feet under the covers, noticing Billy putting something away, but not thinking enough about it to look.] I'm... I missed you. So much. [He offers a smile, though he still feels nerves hammering around in his chest.] And I'm really, really glad you're back with me. That it's all over...
[God, he's so bad at talking sometimes. How can he put into words how much he really missed him, how out of his mind he was with worry? How much he... he loves him, even after just a few months?]