[Billy laughs a bit breathlessly as he's manhandled against Teddy, reaching back to drag the blanket over their legs so the dampness of their lovemaking doesn't give them chills now that they're not going at it. Not that Teddy ever gets sick, but he'd prefer it to not spoil their morning-after. Nestled close and with his head resting on Teddy's chest, he has to tilt to get a good look at the ceiling. Honestly he's pleased that it turned out as well as it did; he'd tested it earlier, but it barely shows up unless it's dark, so it hadn't looked like much in the afternoon. The difference is like- well. Literally night and day.

And yeah, it's a bit of a dumb question, but he can't blame Teddy for being so stunned. Even he's taken aback by how nicely it worked out.]

Me? Of course not. I was just messing around on the computer when a wormhole opened up in the ceiling. It's been there ever since.