He knows before he does it that it's dumb, but to say Teddy's feeling a little off-center would be putting it lightly. He slides his hand over the blankets until his fingers are settled over Billy's, watching him.

"Good," he says quietly, "I'm glad. That I've been a good friend. I just want..." He swallows, looking down, past his knee, to the floor.

"That's all I want."