The island still hasn't sunken in, yet, not really. Teddy understands how lucky he is- that he got out of Rapture, that he found Billy, that he has an amazing place to stay- but all the trappings of normalcy throw into sharp relief everything that he's been, however strangely, missing for three days. Fighting for time in the bathroom with Billy's younger brothers in the morning before school, meeting Eli and Cassie and Kate and, yeah, even Tommy to train. The fact that he and Billy are alone so much is amazing- he can touch him whenever he wants, they can ramble on for truly impressive amounts of time over the merits of extended cuts versus the inherent corporate greed involved in their releases, and no one gets annoyed. Billy's bed isn't some Gilligan's Island version of one, and Teddy's slept like the dead for most of two nights in a row. Long nights. Sure, he gets jolted awake once or twice a night by some stab of worry, maybe a nightmare- something that makes him snap to wakefulness and check that Billy's still there. A sense of being disoriented, of not knowing where he is that makes his senses light up and his adrenaline thrum heavy in his head for a few minutes before the sound of Billy's breathing lulls him again. That's kind of normal.
They kiss. A lot. With no interruptions. That is the opposite of normal, and Teddy digs it.
On the third night of his island life, Teddy's still digging it. The bookshelf was kind of a revelation, and out of the stack of things he acquired, he's starting with something called Sleepless by an author whose name he recognizes from some comic books.
It's really sad, but it's really good. At one of it's darker parts, he drops it just far enough that he can look over the tops of the pages at Billy, who's stretched out and intent on his homework.
Adorably intent.
Teddy reaches out with one bare foot and gently digs his big toe into Billy's side.
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