[Teddy stares at the net when the ball flies through it without even touching the rim. It's not because of the perfect shot that Teddy's staring, though.
He knows he saw Billy's eyes flash blue. That was definitely a spell.
But when he looks back at Billy to call him on this, Teddy can immediately recognize something. There's pure excitement in the way he's reacting, a big grin on his face rather than a smirk, punching at the air like he accomplished something rather than putting his hand at his hip. That is honest happiness and delight right there, not cocky or self-satisfied. That's the look of someone who made a basket with effort, their first one after many failings, not of someone who manipulated it all for the sake of making his boyfriend lose his shirt.
All from a gesture, Teddy can tell that it was an accidental spell. And he himself slips up with his power all the time; why should he call Billy out on his? Especially when Billy looks so happy. He couldn't take that away by saying what really happened.
So he grins, more from the joy that Billy's showing rather than the shot itself, then lets his own ball drop to the floor while he jogs on over, hand lifting to give a high-five once he's close enough.]
Nice one! I'm still gonna call it a lucky shot, though.
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He knows he saw Billy's eyes flash blue. That was definitely a spell.
But when he looks back at Billy to call him on this, Teddy can immediately recognize something. There's pure excitement in the way he's reacting, a big grin on his face rather than a smirk, punching at the air like he accomplished something rather than putting his hand at his hip. That is honest happiness and delight right there, not cocky or self-satisfied. That's the look of someone who made a basket with effort, their first one after many failings, not of someone who manipulated it all for the sake of making his boyfriend lose his shirt.
All from a gesture, Teddy can tell that it was an accidental spell. And he himself slips up with his power all the time; why should he call Billy out on his? Especially when Billy looks so happy. He couldn't take that away by saying what really happened.
So he grins, more from the joy that Billy's showing rather than the shot itself, then lets his own ball drop to the floor while he jogs on over, hand lifting to give a high-five once he's close enough.]
Nice one! I'm still gonna call it a lucky shot, though.