Tommy grunted when his back hit the wall, but he just wrapped his legs around Teddy and wound fingers into his hair, kissing back and sinking into the feel of Teddy's mouth, the smell and taste of him. He'd missed this so much. He'd chased feeling just a little bit like this with so many other bodies and it never did anything for him, just gave him a moment or two, maybe a night of sleep if he was lucky. But this ... he'd tried so hard not to remember but he always did, and it just all came rushing back like he hadn't spent two years trying desperately to tamp down on what he felt.

"I hate that they made us," Tommy agreed. "But they didn't make you calm me down when I freaked out about being trapped, or when I was sick before they figured out they hadtoletmerun. They didn't make me want to try to figure out how to help you sleep without dreaming when you were having a rough night. They didn't fucking make me love you. That was me. I fell for you, and I fell apart when you sent me back. I kind of almost destroyed the universe with time knots or paradoxes or whatever the fuck you want to call it, like twice." Since Tommy thought that they MUST have told Teddy about the time difference, since the Skrulls were the one who confirmed it for David.

He dropped his head back against the wall, fingers coming up, tracing along Teddy's jaw, over his lips. "I ... fuck. I thought he'd come back here and you'd seeeachother. Remember you loved each other. And then David and you would fall for each other too and it would be you three and I'd be alone, and I'd still be fucking GLAD because I hate the idea of you out here, alone, without any of us. I hate it, Ted. I've hated it since the day I left. But I was so fucked up about watching it happen."