[Other than a little lean towards Billy's hands, Teddy doesn't react otherwise - doesn't look up, doesn't loosen his own hands from Billy's clothes. He hates having a wound like this reopened again, hates feeling so... open and raw in front of someone who wasn't there for it. At least his mother could know just by a few words, as she remembered it too, but...]

I always knew I was pretty strong. I showed off way more back then than I do today. Mom was proud of me, so I was proud of myself. I just didn't know how strong I could be. [Kids have weak bones, too. If he'd done that to an adult, he'd probably cause a few good, dark bruises and knock them back a bit, leave them hurting for a while, but nothing more than that. But a kid...]

Everything after that was kind of a blur. Mom was there; she picked me up and got me out of there before things got bad. I think I was in shock or something... I don't remember anything else except being at home with my mom in front of me and asking me to listen to her. She said we'd work on my strength so that nothing like that happened again, that things would be okay. She told me not to tell anyone what happened... I think she thought I might get in trouble if I did.