"Oh, Billy... that's what's had you messed up, isn't it." Teddy sighs, not knowing quite how to put this. "I... it doesn't matter to me--wait, that's not right."

He takes a deep breath.

"Billy. No one's perfect; I understand this better than most. If you made a few errors in judgment, or even if you wanted it--it's your decision. I'm not going to yell at you for something that you enjoyed, and I'm certainly not going to bitch at you like some overpossessive girl. That's just not the way I think. Regardless of whether you think it was right or wrong, I understand. Because I've done worse, and I've had to get over that." Even though he obviously hasn't. "Okay?"