[it doesn't occur to teddy to worry that the boy is lying, which is probably only half because billy knows he himself is telling the truth. or as much of the truth as he's going to tell while he's tripping balls in a sunny park as kavinsky, still standing nearby, scares off a child by yelling, what are you bitches doing here at it.
by now, teddy is a less greenish shade of blue. and standing just the right height that when he leans his forehead forward, it touches billy's and their eyelids tangle for a brief moment.
(in the background, kavinsky has switched his phone to selfie-mode. he's applying the native equivalent of snapchat filters to himself over photobombs. the tabloids, he thinks, are gonna love it.)]
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by now, teddy is a less greenish shade of blue. and standing just the right height that when he leans his forehead forward, it touches billy's and their eyelids tangle for a brief moment.
(in the background, kavinsky has switched his phone to selfie-mode. he's applying the native equivalent of snapchat filters to himself over photobombs. the tabloids, he thinks, are gonna love it.)]
I'm sorry I left you alone, [teddy says.]