Slow to respond, Teddy still wasn't quite looking at Cassie, but his eyes were darting around to take in the still new-carpet-smelling, way luxurious, fanboy dream of a still-intact Avengers headquarters. He had been in the ruined Avengers mansion to guess what it must have been like when it was fully operational, but he had never been in Avengers Tower, and definitely not the one with all the weird little quirks of this universe scattered around it. That picture of Captain America and this universe's Nick Fury amongst the cluster of similar framed achievements just behind Cassie, for example. Teddy remembered putting a newspaper clipping on his own wall of what should have been that exact picture. It was totally freaking him out.
Trying to put it aside, Teddy wrenched his focus back to reality and looked around at Billy with a tight smile that he didn't know how to explain, so he just draped his arm behind him along the back of the couch. 'Come home,' he had said-- home. The lingering guilt of Billy's family back at Billy's real home had Teddy's smile gone quickly enough, and he was finally brought back on topic. "S.H.I.E.L.D. wouldn't have locked him up without evidence," he defended, frowning. "And Stark would jump at the chance to put any of us in a cell. I don't think the note from the guilty-- as far as anyone has accounted for-- party is going to change anyone's mind." He picked idly at the cushion behind Billy, but was looking to Cassie then instead of his boyfriend, uncomfortable with Billy's certainty that Tommy was in no way accountable. Or, uncomfortable that he didn't share that certainty. "I mean, I'm not saying that we shouldn't help him or that, I mean, it's all black and white or anything, but involving the Avengers before we're sure of what happened wouldn't be...helpful," he tried to clarify, and felt he was only digging himself deeper.