Tommy sat up, watching Teddy pace. It was wrong, Teddy restless like that. It was Tommy who usually had to keep moving. And Tommy didn't even want to pace so much as he wanted to catch Teddy and drag him back down. It was ... less wrong if he was there too.

"I can handle it. Just not for hours," Tommy said absently, watching Teddy. He scooted to the end of the bed, elbows on his knees. On Teddy's fourth pass Tommy couldn't stand it, reading out to catch his hand and stop him.