[teddy opens his wings, beats them once to break his fall. there's a whuff of air as he drops down, a warm press of summer breeze against billy's cheeks. and then he's right there. his wide green shoulders, the patterned geometry in the hide of his arms, which he wraps around billy's waist. teddy buries his face in his boyfriend's hair.]

You smell like 50s space shampoo, [he says first, because that's important. how billy smells is important. but as for the other thing,] I don't remember. [he straightens.] Monday? I think I'm real, but sometimes it's as hard for me to tell that kinda stuff as it is for you.