She would have to wait her turn, because Teddy wasn't used to spending very much time apart from Billy recently. This might, he supposed, be healthy for their relationship, before they got sick of each other tied up sharing one little space with the only random and ever bewildering and sometimes alarming flitting interruption of Tommy. That was probably healthy, too. It at least gave Teddy a momentous project to tackle: understand and attempt to sympathize with Tommy. He obviously wasn't going anywhere. Correction, he was everywhere, but he and Billy had taken to this brothers thing and it was good for them. Sometimes. Maybe Teddy found himself getting exasperated with Billy not because of Tommy's influence but because of the close quarters.
Point was, a little time a part, a little learning experience for Teddy, that was healthy. Right? Sat on the bench, hip to hip, arm looped behind his shoulders and scratching his hair, Teddy tried to spy the clocks high above them on the far wall without lifting his forehead from where it touched to Billy's temple. Maybe he couldn't see it because it didn't matter yet what time it was. Teddy didn't even see those people that passed by giving them those sidelong looks for being so close (okay, he did, but he was ignoring them, Billy was important here, it was a week).
Okay, a week, it would be fine. There were lots of weeks Teddy had spent without Billy. And it would be exciting coming back with stories and maybe their hello would be as long as their goodbye.