Teddy’s eyes fall closed and he listens to the sound of Rich’s voice. He was starting to relax, a small smile gracing his face. He lets go of the box with one hand, wrapping it around one of Rich’s.
Rich smiled, glancing at Teddy, but he kept reading. He propped the book open with one hand and rubbed small circles into Teddy’s with his thumb.
They stay like that until Teddy’s phone goes off. He jumps and pulls it out of his pocket. Isntead of answering it, he simply stares at it, as if afraid it might bite him.