Shaking his head, Billy wrapped his arms around his frame, suddenly cold without the presence of a shirt or Teddy's warmth. "N-No, I..." Again, he whimpered, the futility of arguing about it settling in.
"...We both screwed up. But you shouldn't get angry at yourself for it, babe. I... I uhm..." his voice fell silent before he leaned his forehead against Teddy's, hoping to avoid any notice of the blush that crossed his cheeks. "...I really liked it. A lot."