Hindsight had Billy desperately wishing he'd just left well enough alone. He'd found a pretty high success rate in avoiding Kessler all together once he'd figured out their schedules. The bruise on his cheek didn't seem like such a big deal compared to all this.
Billy scarcely blinked, brow creasing as Agent Sitwell explained his situation, and he gripped his cup protectively, drawing it closer and frowning at his hands. Was he a metahuman? Was that what had happened?