Teddy reaches over to slide a hand up Billy's shoulder, broad palm and long fingers curving over it and anchoring there. He hates the way guilt sits at the corner of Billy's expression, like somehow the bad dreams- and the implied potential consequences- are his fault.

He doesn't say anything, because he's already tried saying all the things he thought would help- don't worry, it's okay, I'm right here- and none of them have helped or changed anything, even if Billy says they did.