It's your laptop. I can look at all your pictures and all your music. Basically everything that makes you you.

[Not that Teddy's that nosy, and he'd really only use it to play the games he's got on there, and maybe listen to his music. But still.]

And here you are, thinking about porn instead. I should be the one who doesn't feel emotionally wanted.

[He, too, has a neutral tone and expression, although there's a hint of teasing to it that Billy can probably pick out by now, and he punctuates it with a fake sniff. It doesn't help that he keeps Billy's hand where it is, and he keeps stroking his thumb with his own.]