A week with someone who was perfect - no, a shadow, a shell, but - A week with that person, someone who was him and yet wasn't, and who knows what people thought of him? Maybe they preferred him. Maybe Teddy has no chance.]
I don't want people to see me. [He ducks his head further, as if he knows Billy's looking at him and he wants to hide away from it.] I'm not perfect, don't say that...
[He wanted to be perfect. He wanted to be loved. He wanted to be looked up to. He wanted to be somebody.
But he's just... Teddy. Teddy Altman, broad shoulders and dimples and cheekbones and big hands and big nose and all the other things that he'd looked at since he was a child and hated.
... Yet he can't deny the little voice in his head, the one that was there before all of this happened, finally showing itself after so long of staying quiet.
28th~
Or do they love the fake?
A week with someone who was perfect - no, a shadow, a shell, but - A week with that person, someone who was him and yet wasn't, and who knows what people thought of him? Maybe they preferred him. Maybe Teddy has no chance.]
I don't want people to see me. [He ducks his head further, as if he knows Billy's looking at him and he wants to hide away from it.] I'm not perfect, don't say that...
[He wanted to be perfect. He wanted to be loved. He wanted to be looked up to. He wanted to be somebody.
But he's just... Teddy. Teddy Altman, broad shoulders and dimples and cheekbones and big hands and big nose and all the other things that he'd looked at since he was a child and hated.
... Yet he can't deny the little voice in his head, the one that was there before all of this happened, finally showing itself after so long of staying quiet.
And what's wrong with being you?]