[And Teddy conversed right back with him; when they were first friends, it always amazed him how easy it was to talk to Billy. Now, it's just natural. He, too, talked about a few discoveries he made, how he talked to several people, including some that turned up the fanboy-moe so much that Teddy had a tough time holding it back.
He tried to help with dishes, of course, but Billy insisted, and Teddy found himself sitting at the table and waiting to see what his boyfriend had in mind. He really can't keep the smile off his face; this was already a good day, even before he came home to Billy again. But now? It's even better. And he isn't sure how it'll get even better than this.
Billy proves him wrong by turning out the lights, something that makes Teddy frown and look around and nearly ask if the electricity went out, only to find the telltale blue glow of Billy's magic fade into flame that isn't at all roaring and gruesome.
And there's the pan. With the seventeen candles. Just like... ha. No. This is something Billy thought up himself. And even though there's something painful in his chest, it ends up melting into warmth. It might be a little more difficult to see his smile in the lighting, but it's certainly something. Touched and grateful, and maybe just a bit of shyness of his own.
He wants to stand and help him. To take the pan, place it on the table and free up Billy's hands enough for the kiss he's dying to give him right now. But instead, he straightens up and shifts in his chair as if he wants to move.]
Billy... [There's wonder in his voice, too. Is this really what he spent all day on? Making all of this perfect? He certainly succeeded, in that case.] You really...
[it's okay it's kind of hot]
He tried to help with dishes, of course, but Billy insisted, and Teddy found himself sitting at the table and waiting to see what his boyfriend had in mind. He really can't keep the smile off his face; this was already a good day, even before he came home to Billy again. But now? It's even better. And he isn't sure how it'll get even better than this.
Billy proves him wrong by turning out the lights, something that makes Teddy frown and look around and nearly ask if the electricity went out, only to find the telltale blue glow of Billy's magic fade into flame that isn't at all roaring and gruesome.
And there's the pan. With the seventeen candles. Just like... ha. No. This is something Billy thought up himself. And even though there's something painful in his chest, it ends up melting into warmth. It might be a little more difficult to see his smile in the lighting, but it's certainly something. Touched and grateful, and maybe just a bit of shyness of his own.
He wants to stand and help him. To take the pan, place it on the table and free up Billy's hands enough for the kiss he's dying to give him right now. But instead, he straightens up and shifts in his chair as if he wants to move.]
Billy... [There's wonder in his voice, too. Is this really what he spent all day on? Making all of this perfect? He certainly succeeded, in that case.] You really...