[Teddy doesn't flinch away from the touch, at least; he sits like he's used to it, like he trusts her with that. Once she pulls her hand away, he glances at her, then leans over to rest his cheek against his hand, supported by the elbow on his knee.]



You could call it that, sure. It's just in my blood. I'm not calling on magic or anything; it's as easy as clenching a fist, to me.

[He looks down at his hand, curled into a loose fist.]

I know it's not normal. I used to hate it because of that.