Teddy shrugged when Matt asked what it was he didn't like, and the comment about it feeling different. He shook his head and pulled the other hearing aid out of his ear when it became apparent that Matt had finished questioning him for now. He wet his lower lip, trying to formulate his answers carefully.
I didn't ask at the time, he signed, fingers moving more quickly and fluidly than his voice ever did when he was talking. I didn't want to in case it was a bad thing. He pulled a face, knowing that conversation had more than fallen by the wayside in that Matt's attention had fixated on the Charlie comment.
He wet his lower lip nervously and tapped his fingers on the bed. Without his hearing aids, he couldn't even hear the rushing of his blood inside his veins, the in and out of his breaths the same way he could when he had the BTEs in. But having them out... it made Teddy feel something approaching normal, as it were. Like he didn't look like a freak.