"Oh the carrot sells it. Wouldn't be nearly as good without the carrot," Billy teases, and he relaxes a little, holding the rabbit loosely, fingers stroking over the fur almost absently. This is real. Tommy's not just in his head. Not some delusion he made up to make himself feel better. This is real and solid proof, and Billy smiles at the thing more fondly than he thinks he's looked at a stuffed animal in a long time.