28th~

[Teddy keeps his head low as he listens, hands tense in Billy's grip, jaw clenching as he feels the beginnings of anger coil in his gut. He just can't get his mind around that, knowing what the magic was meant for, not knowing what that thing in Billy's head was doing to him. He can think up so many arguments against all that, and he wants to yell them out, demand more explanation, because I was crazy is just - it's nothing, it doesn't do anything for Teddy's doubts and fears, and the thought that him being dead means that it's okay to just replace him -

He curls his fingers into fists, then pulls his hands back and starts to edge off of the bed.]

We're not talking about this. We should get some food and figure out what's going on.

[He can't do this. Billy only just woke up, believes he's okay, and Teddy's not about to reward that by yelling at him, being angry with him. And - And how does he know he's really okay? How does he know this isn't some crazy talk? It sounds like it.

No. He doesn't want to do this now. Maybe it'd be better to just bury it away for good.]