It was because the cure was being spread that Bobby felt better about going out. Westchester was a safe haven, but he knew people had sneaked out against suggestion, so...he could do that, right? Anyway, it wasn't like he was at a huge risk to be infected now, right? And, if he did, he could just take the cure and be fine, right? Bobby thought so, and Bobby was going to cheerfully keep pretending that was the case. If he didn't think about the risk involved, then there wasn't one, and that was that.
The only thing that was really worrying him was that anti-mutant sentiments were rumored to be starting already in this door. He figured the day was coming, having been shocked it wasn't already there, but it didn't make the news any easier to swallow.
His thoughts were interrupted as he moved through the streets by the sounds of screaming, followed by people running. Being one who suffered from the hero complex, Bobby moved against the crowd toward the perceived source, jostling a bit to get to the small building that was the source of it. A feeling of dread formed in his gut, and he navigated his way closer to the noise despite the fear that was forming there. Crashing through the doorway, his eyes widened at the source. Bobby's heart was in his throat briefly, watching the boy's display in horror, before he found his inner bravery.