Billy had decided there was no reason to be nervous or apprehensive. He and Teddy were friends and this was what normal people did. It wasn't like Billy had asked him out on a date or anything. Guys went ice skating together all the time, right? This was a thing teenagers did in New York? Usually it involves hockey sticks, said a voice in the back of his head, but Billy quickly suppressed the voice he'd dubbed Negative Nancy. There were no rooms for Negative Nancys on a nice day like this. Once his skates were on, he watched as Teddy readied himself and tried not to snicker or grin like a swoony teenage girl.
Billy wasn't an expert at ice skating but he'd had enough experience with the family that he could get by. There'd be no sudden double axes or jumps or whatever but he could totally race and turn and go in a circle -- slowly -- but that was, pretty much, the extent of his skills. Which, apparently, was more than Teddy could claim. His eyes widened as Teddy stood up, Billy's hands reached out as he wobbled with a look of concern etching on his face before Teddy steadied himself.
"Some might say it's worse," he replied as he stood up himself. "Come on." He, completely and utterly platonically, took Teddy's hand to lead him further onto the ice. "Careful steps, can't have you falling too soon, right?" He offered the blond teen a small grin.