Tommy shut his eyes, startled by the memory. It was ... sweet. But he couldn't help worrying still. What if he just didn't live up to the version Teddy had made of him. "You made me seem really good to them," he said quietly. "I dunno if I'm gonna be that good at it, Ted. I'll try, though."

He pressed his hand lightly to Teddy's stomach. He wanted to ask what it'd been like, if Teddy hated it, if it hurt. But they'd have time later. He didn't want to get started talking now - they might not stop. "I hate that you had to do all this alone," he said instead.