It took a few seconds more before Ted was able to let his hand meet Teddy's. He was shaking his grandson's hand? It was surreal, like the whole experience. "Well," Ted said, not quite letting go of the boy's hand. Man. He'd have to think of him as a man. "You are well, then? Your...your gran?" His heart tugged when thinking about Andromeda. Where was she? Was it even right to hope she'd show show up?