Mmm... [He nods, and he does understand, and the words do cause a bit of weight to be lifted from his shoulders. It's just a little hard to say anything too good about himself, like it's too... egotistical. And not true, his ever present whispers of thoughts want to say.

With the whisper on the edge of his mind, Teddy drags a finger along his ear, the one that isn't occupied by Billy.]

You don't think they're too much? Too flashy, or too... I don't know. Whatever makes little old ladies stare at me like I'm a heathen?