Nida's not wrong. Magic requires intent. Isn't that why he needs to chant to use his magic? Why he has to focus on a spell? And he's also right about the rest. Billy would never want love like that. He would never want a love that wasn't real. So what does that mean, if Nida's right and it's not true and Teddy loved him and left anyway? He doesn't want to think about that just yet. Not until they figure out what they're doing and where they are and how to get home.

Taking a deep breath, inhaling Nida's scent, Billy nods. "You're right. I wouldn't ever want love that wasn't real." A moment of squeezing tighter and now Billy does pull out of the hug, his hands lifting to catch Nida's and lace their fingers together, offering him a small, tear-streaked smile. "Thanks, Nida. You really are just...amazing. Thank you." Nida isn't worried. Nida believes in him. He'll hold onto that, for now, and to Nida for as long as he'll let him.