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[Billy's eyes are dilating like crazy, and at the very least, there are weird sparks of color and flares of blue to entertain Kavinsky.

Also there to entertain Kavinsky - Billy's voice probably louder than it needs to be, because he's high, and it's fucking with his usual levels of control - which aren't that controlling to begin with.]

Okay, look, but you can't get angry, okay?

[He rubs his eyes.]

Shit, I feel like I'm underwater or something-

[But there's a breath.]

I cast a spell to try and get you back. Only it folded time funny. It made people's decisions in the past change, and spat them out here the way they were in that changed timeline.

It super fucked everything with donkey di— [kavinsky starts to say, loudly in the background, but teddy raises an arm, shushing him.

which is to say that kavinsky is definitely still yelling in the background, but teddy ignores him in a way that, thanks to lovely blond charisma, makes ignoring him easier for everybody else too. he looks kind of angry. well, angry isn't quite the word for it. upset. as he gets when billy's incredible gift comes up, either because he isn't using it enough or apparently when he's using it wrong.

but he's just quiet for a long moment, while kavinsky drones on obnoxiously in the background.]

Will you do it again? [he asks, finally. he reaches around billy's shoulders to clutch the edges of the other boy's cape, tug them closer, turning his boyfriend into a cape burrito. it softens the edge of his question, maybe.] If I disappear into the Porter again. What's it mean to you now, that it got all screwed up?

[Billy is good at ignoring people yelling at him anyway. Teddy makes it easier.

He rubs his hair.]

No, I wouldn't do it again, I mean. I thought I got the spell right, but even if I thought I fixed it, I wouldn't do it again. I was. It was bad. You know. Two months staring out the window bad.

[Meaning Billy went to his depressed place again, only this time, he hid it a little better.]

But no.

I wouldn't do it again.

[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.)]

I'm sorry I left you alone, [teddy says.]

It's okay, it's not you.

[He leans his forehead in, and then there's suddenly a few flying pigs around. Like tiny pigs with tiny wings.

They are mostly clustered around Kavinsky, cheers hallucination.]

Oh, what the hell-

[Billy holds onto Teddy's arm, but it's starting to slowly feel less solid.]

[kavinsky should definitely be worried that reality is about to unravel right now, but he merely angles the camera around to take an even more stupid selfie with one of the flying pigs.

and then he pulls a pistol out of the back of his pants, and points it at one of the improbable little pictures, experimentally. fortunately, neither billy nor his ex-boyfriend are actually in his line of sight.] Hey, [he calls out.] Can I get chicken pork if I cap one of these little fuckers? H--whoa.

[he notices finally, billy's fingers going through part of teddy's arm. and blinks.] Ummm.

[teddy says,] Maybe tomorrow, [and then that's the last thing teddy says.]

No, no no no-

[Teddy vanishes through Billy's fingers and he looks stricken, torn up. He looks at Kavinsky, wide-eyed, and back down at his hands. The pigs are still fluttering about.

Then Billy's hands are over his face. He's not crying, but it's a close thing.]

Shit, shit, shit.

[And he looks back at Kavinsky, and reaches a hand out, as if to say, no, it's okay.]

Um, I should go back to the shop, right? Fuck.

No, baby.

[kavinsky catches the other boy by the wrist, unconcerned. at this point in his life, he's very much under the impression that it'll take a great deal more than this to kill him. he tugs billy over, then promptly wraps his arm around the mutant's neck.]

We're going to the fucking beach. You're gonna see patterns in the sky and the fucking sea. I'm gonna get fifty vodkas with umbrellas in them.

[apocalypses never start at the beach, anyway. kavinsky's teeth are huge and white against his face.]

[He stills a moment, and there is a crackle of electricity around them, but it doesn't hurt. The air smells like ozone.

And then Billy presses his forehead against Kavinsky's and breathes. No one has called him baby in a long time.]

Okay.

[And he'll go and ride out the rest of this high with K. Nothing bad happens on beaches.]

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