Teddy watched him worriedly, his light-colored brows pinching down as he took Billy's hands in both of his larger ones. "...That's not your fault," he said quietly. He had been scared as well. In fact, that had been so much worse than any of the testing, no matter how painful it was. He'd lay alone recovering in his cell, feeling small and worried that he would never see anyone he knew again, that he'd never see Billy again.
"I got caught, Billy, with hundreds of others. That's all... There's no way any of that is on you." He reached up to touch under Billy's chin, trying to force the brown eyes to his. "But this... this is killing me." Seeing you like this... Trying to be alone... Blaming yourself... "I am missing you. Badly. And every time I reach out, you pull away more." His thumb slid along the edge of his jawline. "So please... talk to me?" He laughed a little. "About anything. Video games. Ice cream. Uh, college--Just so long as it's not this silence."