[That flinch is all it takes for Teddy to release him, a look of regret instantly flickering across his face.]

It doesn’t... make any sense to me. Not that what you experienced wasn’t real, or didn’t mean something, because— it clearly did.

[And it’s clearly had a lasting impact on him, which is heartbreaking in its own right.]

There is nothing in our world or any other that could ever make me okay with doing— any of that to you. The last part, especially, but— all of it.

[He can’t bring himself to say what he saw in explicit terms. It’s too awful.]

That... it can’t have really been me. There’s no version of me that I can imagine that would ever hurt you, Billy.