Bertie smiled and nodded along - of course he went to speech therapy, no one could ever just leave a child be. There was always something to be fixed and corrected. He was surprised to find that it rather irritated him on Bill's behalf. For himself, he was always going to have to do some public speaking, but for just a regular kid? What did it matter if he stuttered? It was only a stutter, not some horrible character flaw.
His smile spread wider at his impression, and he even laughed a little. It was funny, the things that made the impediment just temporarily disappear. "I.. I think... y-you mmmight b-be... be rr-right," he chuckled softly, and then shook his head. "N-no, no... I uh... no," he stumbled over trying to answer. "It...it rr-eally is... a... a pleasure t-to mmmeet you, B-b...Bill. I... I have had... mmmany...many speech therapists, ah b-but I... I n-nnnever met any of... of their other ah-p-p-p" he sighed, and then swapped words. "Customers," he nodded decisively. "You... you w-w-were... you were in a hurry... t-t-to... b-be somewhere?"