[ His teachers had thought he was slow at school. Distracted all the time, apparently inclined to cheat in his exams. There weren't many words to describe this sort of thing in the 1940s, telepathy certainly not gracing that limited, ignorant list. His mother hadn't thought to talk about how much he used to read, at home, books beyond his years. ]

Yeah.

[ He can feel her shove one memory aside, and he reaches for the warmer one, of her own experiences. There isn't anything particularly voyeuristic or appropriative in it; it's kept separate, appreciation for what it is. ]

I had music to fill in the silence, when I was first on the serum. Which just makes me sound ridiculous, I know. You miss it when its gone, even if its turned on you.