"It is," Teddy agrees, nodding a little, hand curling into a loose fist as he leans against the wall. He manages to look back at Billy and isn't prepared for the fresh sting when he does.

"It is important." And it wasn't him. He lets out a rough breath and runs one hand back through his hair before the other meets it, fingers lacing across the back of his neck.

He drops them both and starts for the door.

"I gotta get some air, okay?" he says, eyes downcast and head tilted forward just enough where his bangs mostly block them from view.