Tommy can't see it. While Billy got angry and frustrated with Teddy, Tommy never could. He blamed himself and in doing so just kept putting Teddy as the guy who did his damnedest to be good to Tommy despite hating that he had to be there and feel the way the drugs made him feel. He might know Teddy well - flaws and all - but in this at least he can't see Teddy as anything but good, and loving, and lovable. How could he not be a great dad? He loved them that hard despite where they came from.

"I know. You hate what they made you do with me. It ruined you and Billy, and it made you do things you wouldn't have wanted to do. But you're ... you so you didn't hate me. Doesn't mean you wanted to have to be near me or look at me or talk to me. I don't blame you Teddy. They're probably better off not being around me anyway, right?" Maybe. Kids seemed to like Tommy okay, but then they'd never been HIS kids.

Tommy blinked and then he couldn't help it, he laughed a little, shaking his head. "Ted ... you're an alien. They do shit different. It's weird, yeah. But ... you know. Weird's not bad." They'd been locked up together for years. Tommy had learned to appreciate the things Teddy's body could do that weren't the norm. It was hard to change that attitude, eggs or no.