[Teddy's lost in thought for a moment, trying to figure out how to let his words take shape. Among the many reasons why it's hard to share whatever's on his mind, the fact that he sometimes just doesn't know how to say it all is a tiny one. Sometimes they think he's done and talk, not knowing that he'd still been trying to come up with something. And that's fine, and he leaves it at that, feels better for it most of the time.

But Billy stays quiet, so it isn't so hard to find the shape and present it.]

Back then, if you asked me something like that... I probably wouldn't have believed you. Or if I did, it would've been for all the wrong reasons. [Because he wouldn't have been Teddy the geek, the gamer, the nerd, the alien, the shapeshifter. He would've been Teddy the basketball star, the jock, the crowd pleaser. Hell, he might've been Tony Stark, or Spider-man, or Thor. Certainly not him.]

I might... still have a hard time. But I'm different now. I was just thinking about how much so, all in two years. [It seems like such a short time, but so much happened... it ought to feel like ten instead.]