[... If she thinks he has questions, then she has to be from that... that moment. There's no doubt about it, despite how much Teddy wants to deny that it's true. It seems like all at once, just seeing her face and knowing where she's from, that the memories come back. Her, screaming, burning, falling to the floor, writhing, and then -

Nothing, because there was pain in the back of his head, and then he woke up unable to move his arms and legs. But he knew, he just knew.

His gaze drops as a result, and he ends up biting his lip. Normally, these are all habits that he can hide, but it takes a clear head to do so. His head is anything but clear right now. And she's right, he does have questions, ones that fly through his head even now just begging to be asked. He has to know these things, needs to know.

But... But his poor mother - She must be so confused. If she's from that moment, then... She's here now, alive, with no idea as to where she is or why he's here or how she got here. So he lifts his eyes to get in contact with hers again, his other hand moving to brush her own bangs aside. Yes, he definitely got his tactile sort of love from her.]

I'm fine right now; you must have a lot more. We should go somewhere else, it's way too cold out here. [He glances to the side; one of the things he'd never told her was how he was using his powers for good, to be a hero. He's regretted that ever since she left his life.] I can, um... fly us, if you want. I can do that now.