Tommy sighed too, turning his head and rubbing his cheek against Teddy's, an automatic, affectionate gesture he'd never done before all this and didn't even think to second guess now. "It's fine. Probably just still have whatever fucked up alien chemical it was in our system and they're weirded out by it."

Still, he keeps half an eye on them, squeezing Teddy's fingers. "You okay?" he asked, just because he needed something to say and he was ... worried without anything concrete to do about it. Worrying about something immediate kept him from worrying about what happened when this was over and they got home, too, or thinking too much about being an exhibit.