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[Teddy had been intending to follow up the nuzzle against their foreheads with one against his nose, then down to his lips, and he's nearly completed the cycle when he hears Billy start to hum. He pauses for a second, then opens his eyes and tilts his head back, letting out a quiet "oh?" as he registers what this means. Here he thought Billy wouldn't sing until tomorrow, or at least after they wake up from a long nap. What was that about a dying frog?

But Teddy isn't going to complain, nor interrupt. While he'd rather rest his chin on Billy's chest and watch him with adoring eyes, he'd rather not make him laugh right in the middle of singing. Instead, he settles back on his side, sliding his arm under the pillow to support himself, and strokes Billy's torso with his other hand, a gentle smile on his face. This is another thing he'd been waiting for.]