[Billy doesn't answer for a long moment. He glances over his shoulder - Teddy's there, because he's never far anymore, he can never leave again - but it's... different. It feels strange when this Teddy touches him. They aren't particularly sappy right now.
But it's perfect, isn't it? Everything's perfect. It has to be.]
...We've... had practice. You'll get there. You're doing fine, Tommy.
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But it's perfect, isn't it? Everything's perfect. It has to be.]
...We've... had practice. You'll get there. You're doing fine, Tommy.