Since everything that happened, Billy was trying to wrap his head around Teddy being a) an alien and b) a member of the Young Avengers (which was, btw, tre cool). The alien thing, though, didn't bother him. It was everything that had fallen on the poor guys' shoulder that did. Billy wasn't entirely sure Teddy was okay with having it all fall down at his feet. How did you deal with that? It's not like these were normal, everyday, mutant problems. At least Billy could've had a better idea of how to help if Teddy was a mutant, but the heir to two alien races thrones with an impending war because of his existence and... Well, how useful could Billy be?
He tried to keep things light, though, and kept being as reassuring as he could. They'd been promised that Teddy would be okay, but... Well, would they ever really be okay?
When he heard his phone screech at him, it tore him out of his thoughts and he couldn't help the small smile on his face. Billy knew that Teddy had needed some time, so he tried to be careful how much he crowded him. He was a little taken aback by the question. Teddy, generally, liked a little bit of small talk. "Sure," he said as he slipped off the bed. Teddy was, clearly, not in a good place. "Are you sure you're up for some company?" He slipped on a pair of shoes as he talked, along with a red coat, his scarf, and was out the door.
"I'll be there as soon as I can," he said after a moment.