The library was quiet again. Only a few weeks and he was getting used to these patches of silence that were once so completely unfamiliar. It was unusual to have a space that wasn't instantly filled up with some kind of noise - talking, music, youtube, tiktok, it was everywhere all the time - sound. When the seizures were at their height even the sound of a computer coming online could trigger him, now though he was doing better. There was still sort of an unconscious flinch when the delightful silence was interrupted.
Teddy glanced over at the tables he had set up for the morning literacy class. English language tutorials had become a part of his day to day life. He was set. The lights were off, the alarm set and he stepped outside the door. He never minded being the last to leave. The walk home was mercifully short.
A shout caught his attention, that flinch, so unconscious but still unchanged after all these years, made him step back before he looked around to see who or what that noise was directed toward. Surely it wasn't him. Was it?
"Sorry, were you, I mean, did you need something?"