Tommy's left there, hand on Teddy's arm and looking up at him, some small itch satisfied by the feeling of Teddy's arm under his fingers, even if it's not what he wants.

He doesn't know what he wants.

"Me neither," he admitted. "Guess we're a fuckin' badpair to get kidnapped." They both had reasons. Tommy had spent too much time in a cell as a kid, and locked in small rooms before that. Teddy had been abducted and locked up and held before. This was bound to get to both of them.