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Event Log - Malnosso World

Who: Everybody!
What: A field trip for the entirety of Luceti!
When: October 27th, until the end of November 2nd
Where: The Happiest Place on the Moon, Malnosso World!
Summary: So you remember all those times Luceti was transformed into Luceti Land? Welcome to Malnosso World, Luceti Land's bigger, cooler brother. Be sure to keep all hands inside the rides at all times, and refer to your map if you get lost. Trust me, you'll get lost.
Rating: F for Fun!

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[Teddy looking away is unusual too, but... well, Billy can't blame him. This whole experience has been awful, and neither of them are much like themselves today. Not wanting to prolong the awkwardness - one that hadn't existed between them for a long time now, he can't help thinking regretfully - he turns back to the stove. It's about done, anyway, so after a few moments of more fussing over it, he scoops the toast out and sets it on a plate, setting it down in front of Teddy, steaming and sticky with maple syrup.]

Here, ah... let me know if it's okay.

I can already tell that it will be. [Teddy gives a little smile, and a small glance at Billy, before he takes the silverware and begins to eat. He's... not taking as many big bites as before, and he's more careful about the way he eats. It was probably completely unattractive anyway... god, why did he even do it before?

Because I like a lot of food, because it's how I always ate, because it made mom smile and call me a growing prince, because it made Billy smile.

Even with that thought, it only takes a few bites for Teddy to nod, waiting to finish chewing and swallowing, before looking at Billy with a wider smile.]

It really is good! [A way to a man's heart is his stomach. Or the way to a man's smile, at least.]

[Billy lingers just long enough to get an opinion on the toast, watching curiously for Teddy's expressions. The way he's eating is... different, and Billy can't help but notice, biting his lower lip nervously. Is that because of him again? Or because he can't shift his jaw to accommodate his usual methods? Is it both?

....

He hates not knowing. But once he has a response, he turns back to the stove again, getting another piece prepped.]

Oh, good... I didn't really think...

[Self-deprecating, don't say that.]

I mean, because of the seasoning. How many will you eat? I can make a lot.

Mm... I don't know, three or four? That's about how much I eat.

[Now that Billy's turned back to the stove, Teddy ends up looking at him again, slowly chewing at the remains of the toast. Billy's always had a low sense of self-worth, something that frustrated Teddy if he thought too much about it, but this seems worse than any other time.

... It's not surprising, and he can't blame him for it. Teddy just needs to support Billy as much as the other is supporting him. It won't be a quick fix, and there will be plenty of days like this, he knows. But he's willing to do it. He's willing to wait a little longer.

... Speaking of.]

Make sure you make some for yourself too, okay? You've got to be hungry.

[You first, he nearly says. I'll eat what's left.

Or I ate while you were in the shower.

Or I'm too busy trying not to collapse in a weepy pile of useless to be hungry.

....]

I will. I just can't eat and cook at the same time, that's all.

... All right. Long as you get something in your system.

[And Teddy will be watching to make sure Billy eats something, too. They might have switched roles for the moment, but Teddy can't help watching out for him, wallowing in that urge to get up, cook beside him and fix him something he'd like, something he'd eat. But he's not supposed to, and - jeez, it's hard sitting here and not doing anything for someone else.]

[Well, thankfully they don't take long to cook, so after a bit Billy steals his plate back to dump another slice on, setting it down in front of Teddy. This time he lingers, though, hesitating before brushing a thumb over the corner of Teddy's mouth, then hastily withdrawing as if he'd gotten a shock from the contact.]

You, um... there were some crumbs. Sorry.

[It was just a little touch, yet it was enough to make Teddy feel like he was soaring. It's because it was little, a thing they'd do before all of this happened, a small touch that always made him feel like he was home no matter where he was.

So when Billy pulls away and apologizes, Teddy blinks, dumbfounded for a moment, before he reaches out to take Billy's hand.]

Hey... You don't ever have to apologize for that. [He pulls Billy's hand up, until his fingers are brushing the corner of his mouth and up to his cheek.] You don't have to say you're sorry for touching me, no matter where or how or why you do it. Got it?

[Teddy thrives on touch, after all. To have Billy apologize for it is like apologizing for something that's a big part of their daily lives.]

Edited 2013-11-12 21:23 (UTC)

[Billy lets Teddy hold his hand there, allowing his fingers to drift gently over the other boy's skin. This is what he wanted, isn't it? So why is he so shaken?

Is he afraid, or just... touched?]

Are... you sure? You don't mind?

[He has to be sure. He has to be. It's the guilt, the uncertainty, the memories of what he did that still linger. Because if he has permission to touch then he's not sure he'll be able to not. It's what he wants, so badly, but he wants to do only what Teddy wants, so...

He has to be sure.]

Absolutely.

[It's something said with confidence, and Teddy maneuvers Billy's hand to let his palm rest against his cheek. It feels wonderful, and it's something Teddy sorely missed while Billy was possessed. Not being touched by the one he loves save for small, hesitant touches was grueling for him.

But there's something else on his mind that he'd like to clarify. Normally, Teddy wouldn't bring it up. But this is a delicate point of their relationship, and he knows he needs to let Billy know everything. So he glances away, thumb stroking against Billy's hand.]

Ever since... that time, there's some touches I haven't been able to take. My stomach, my back... [My neck.] But I've been getting better. And I want to get past it completely.

[He looks up again, meeting Billy's eyes once more.] You can help me with that.

[That... is something Billy had dreaded, but it's something he sorely needs, too. To hear that Teddy wants help with this, and while it's horrible, what happened, and he knows that it's partially his fault, at least there's something he can do to change it. He can't help but cling to that. He can do this for Teddy. He can be useful.

And it's what he wants, too.

He strokes Teddy's cheek for a moment, then lets this new-found purpose urge him to shift his position, edging closer, winding his arms gently around Teddy's shoulders and holding him from the side. It's not the greatest hug - he's still tentative, and he is standing up, so the position is weird - but Teddy's as warm as ever, and... it's a start.]

I'll do my best...

[There it is.

Teddy shuts his eyes and lets out a sigh, relaxing against Billy and his warmth. It's not the best hug, no, but it feels different from all the others he got this past month. It feels a little more like a welcome, not to comfort or cling out of desperation, but more... like something done out of affection more than anything else. It's soothing all on its own, and Teddy holds Billy's arm with one hand and gently nuzzles his stomach, as if to convey how much he appreciates it.]

Thanks...

Don't thank me... it's totally self-serving, anyway...

[Billy tightens his grip just a little, his eyes closing as he indulges in the embrace. He knows it can't last - there's still breakfast to finish, and they have a lot of work to do with each other if they want to go back to how things were before - but... just for a little while, they have this. They have each other.

And for now, that's enough.]

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