[That persistent feeling of "you screwed up" isn't going away any time soon, so after another long pause he forces himself off the bed, shuffling to where Teddy's already at work. He'd noticed more of the scratching, and it worries him, so he's glad that at least Teddy has something else to keep his hands busy. Not that it makes it okay.
None of this is okay.
Still your fault.
He grits his teeth, forces himself to relax, and... god, this is hard. But he tries to be calm for Teddy's sake, show some semblance of how he should be, how he used to be. He's not a shapeshifter, but he used to have to pretend that everything was okay with his parents when he came home with bruises and blood under his clothes. He's not a complete novice.
He's just not used to hiding with Teddy, that's all. He's... the one person Billy never thought he'd have to hide around.]
28th~
None of this is okay.
Still your fault.
He grits his teeth, forces himself to relax, and... god, this is hard. But he tries to be calm for Teddy's sake, show some semblance of how he should be, how he used to be. He's not a shapeshifter, but he used to have to pretend that everything was okay with his parents when he came home with bruises and blood under his clothes. He's not a complete novice.
He's just not used to hiding with Teddy, that's all. He's... the one person Billy never thought he'd have to hide around.]
...Can... I help?