[Once Billy pulls back, Teddy cups his cheek and caresses his cheekbone with his thumb, a small smile on his own face. The smile Billy's giving in return makes the worry he's feeling lessen, until his own can grow a little.

With the question asked, Teddy opens his mouth to answer, then shuts it, frowns, and tries again, slower this time.]

... Sort of. It's... weird, like a jumble of different memories floating around in my head. I remember being here and talking to you and everyone else, but I was... [What does he even call it - ] different? But I remember things from back home too, except... you know. Also different. Those ones are a lot fuzzier, but...

[He remembers looking up at a pretty woman who almost looked like their version of Wanda, though there were a few differences. It's as if that was one of the happiest moments of his alternate's life, seeing the young woman cup his cheeks with love in her eyes and kissing his nose. He remembers a man with blond hair and blue eyes with a hand on his shoulder and looking at him with such concern, like a father would, and him having to look away and shift away the burning in his eyes. Three teenaged girls in costume grinning up at him and giving a thumbs up.

They're all brief and blurry, but he remembers them.]