"Yeah, of course," Billy says, drawing his knees up to his chest. He knows Teddy well enough by now - knows the set of his shoulders and the way he controls his voice - to know how upset he truly is, and he hates that. He won't say he regrets it and he doesn't know if he can apologize for it, not if he's being honest, but he hates this, right now, the guilt and hurt he can't do anything but face.