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Boy, bar, several pieces of lined paper and a scowl.

He needs to figure out who to write notes to, and how to say what he needs to say.

Judging by the collection of balled-up papers nearby? It's not going well.

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"Right. Kate and Will."

"Okay, you tell me what you want to say for them. I barely know Will, really."

"Yeah, um. Okay." He thinks about it for a moment. "Dear Kate and Will, we've gone back to our world. See you on the other side ?"

Teddy tries not to crack a smile, and fails. "If it works for you, it works for me."

Billy smiles back. "Will apparently helps out at least once. So. We will see him, unless we're not there."

"Okay." He's not going to stop that frown with a question, and opts to fluffle Billy's hair instead.

"Okay. Next?"

"Almost done. Jenny, for you to write. Or Jay."

He's not sure if he should leave a note for Jay or not.

"Okay." Jenny's takes a little bit more thought, and there are several revisions before it's finally done. "Do you want to write one to Jay?"

Billy sighs. "I'm going to wait until I can apologize before I do."

"Yeah, good idea," he says, giving Billy a half-hug, and leaning against him a little.

Long pause.

"I have one for Dinah, and that's it, right?"

"And I need to do one for Esfir," Billy agrees. "And that's it. Except maybe sometimes people leave ones for everybody that might want one."

"Yeah, that's true. Maybe we should do that too."

Never hurts to be overprepared.

"I think we should," He agrees, chewing on the pen again.

"Okay. You write that one and Esfir's, and I'll write mine for Dinah."

Billy nods and starts scribbling out his own notes again.

Teddy will copy them for neatness later, if Billy wants. But right now, he's writing his own in flawless cursive.

(Homeschooling has its benefits.)

And having Narrative Morphology trying to fit him into the mold of a witch has it's disadvantages. Because his handwriting, pencil or ballpoint or anything, always comes out looking like it was blotted with a quill.

Teddy knows this, and he's tried to help with it many times. At this point, he just accepts it and moves on.

He finishes his, and then waits for Billy to be done.

Billy signs the last note with a flourish. "Done. Now we don't have to think about this for a few days."

"Okay, good." He sighs. "Now there's Halloween to be taken care of."

Read: birthday presents!

"Yup." Billy pauses. "I've heard the bar has a weird sense of humor on halloween..."

BWAHAHAHA.

"Oh, God. You don't think it'll make me... switch genders or something?"

The look on Teddy's face is one of abject horror and he's trying not to look horrified. It's obviously not working.

Billy leans over and hugs him tight.

"I've heard of it happening. But I'm sure not to you."

Otherwise they'll be heading home much sooner than they planned.

"Yeah, probably," he replies, calming a little at the hug. "Bar's nice like that."

Nice meaning, not poking at people's psychoses on their boyfriends' birthdays.

"Yeah." He kisses Teddy's ear. "She's not cruel."