"It won't go well," Teddy whispers. "You're my," he swallows, doesn't finish his sentence.

"I'm not your brother," James smiles that hidden, sly smile that comes out when he has something planned.

"Close," Teddy grasps for excuses. Reasons. "Everyone will..."

"I don't care," Teddy hisses, moving closer.

"We'll-"

"I don't care if they see us fall. I don't like their pedestals."

"What if... what if the pedestal is all I have?" Teddy is afraid now, afraid he cannot stand on his own reputation. Who is he without his father, without his mother? He is nothing.

"I love you." James dives in and his kiss connects. Teddy doesn't even try to dodge. "We'll be us," James grins.

Teddy is unsure. "What if I don't know who I am?" he asks.

"I know. I can remind you."