How many times has this happened before- where he feels like himself, acts like himself, only to sink back into his own darkness and depression again? Moments of teasing clarity followed by hours, days of radio silence? It's been a month-long game now, however unintentional, and exceedingly cruel. Stomping on Teddy's heart at every turn. He's waited patiently for so long that when it finally happens, he's tired of hoping for it.
It hurts, but Billy can't bring himself to blame Teddy for feeling that way. Honestly, if the weight he'd felt hadn't been as obvious and oppressive as it was, he'd have trouble believing it, too. But he knows. He knows.
Teddy's belief... he'll have to earn that.
He shivers, leaning in to Teddy's touch, his hands lifting to touch the blond's neck, his fingers light and gentle. He'd done and said such awful things... allowed some lackluster, empty-headed fake get its hands around this neck, nearly take Teddy away from him again. Teddy'd come home after a week of lonely torture to that.
God. God, how is he even able to tolerate Billy's presence anymore? A month of this? He must have so many questions... so many fears... and he's had to hold them in all this time just to take care of his stupid possessed boyfriend.
Unable to hold them any longer, Billy blinks rapidly until tears escape his eyes, trickling down his cheeks. What the hell did I do to deserve you...?]
Teddy... I'm sorry... I'm so sorry for everything... I know I've said it a lot since I woke up, but- I needed to. As- as me, I needed to say it... I'm sorry for what I did to you, I'm sorry for making you wait all this time, I...
28th~
I... don't blame him.
How many times has this happened before- where he feels like himself, acts like himself, only to sink back into his own darkness and depression again? Moments of teasing clarity followed by hours, days of radio silence? It's been a month-long game now, however unintentional, and exceedingly cruel. Stomping on Teddy's heart at every turn. He's waited patiently for so long that when it finally happens, he's tired of hoping for it.
It hurts, but Billy can't bring himself to blame Teddy for feeling that way. Honestly, if the weight he'd felt hadn't been as obvious and oppressive as it was, he'd have trouble believing it, too. But he knows. He knows.
Teddy's belief... he'll have to earn that.
He shivers, leaning in to Teddy's touch, his hands lifting to touch the blond's neck, his fingers light and gentle. He'd done and said such awful things... allowed some lackluster, empty-headed fake get its hands around this neck, nearly take Teddy away from him again. Teddy'd come home after a week of lonely torture to that.
God. God, how is he even able to tolerate Billy's presence anymore? A month of this? He must have so many questions... so many fears... and he's had to hold them in all this time just to take care of his stupid possessed boyfriend.
Unable to hold them any longer, Billy blinks rapidly until tears escape his eyes, trickling down his cheeks. What the hell did I do to deserve you...?]
Teddy... I'm sorry... I'm so sorry for everything... I know I've said it a lot since I woke up, but- I needed to. As- as me, I needed to say it... I'm sorry for what I did to you, I'm sorry for making you wait all this time, I...