Billy pulled the collar of his sweater higher so he could disappear the lower half of his face into it while he thought about what he needed to say next. Wanda had already proven to be a delightful house, laying out a pot of tea and a tray of cookies for them before Billy had arrived. The tea was nice, spiced in a way that seemed to warm the soul as much as the body, even as he took his first few sips Billy knew that he was going to love her. He couldn't help it. She was just as much his mother as any other Wanda Maximoff in the multiverse, true, but this one seemed to have something truly special.
Whether or not it was Billy's fault that they'd all found themselves here aside, Kaplan knew that the universe, all universes, were his. He'd brought this version of his mother into existence, and he must have had his reasons for doing so even if none of them were clear to him yet. That was the trouble with being a Demiurge who seemed, in his divine wisdom, to like to do things out of order.
"You're really managed to make this place your own." Billy mused, holding his mug of tea in both hands. He tapped a painted fingernail on the rim of the cup. "It's so nice, and thank you so much for having me over - I just thought - and these cookies are great - but - there's some things that out to be said in person, you know?"
He wasn't afraid to tell her, not really. There were anxious nerves bouncing around in his stomach, but that was more to do with the fact that he hoped Wanda liked him and wouldn't be disappointed than it did anything to do with the information he had to convey. Wanda was, by all accounts and across all multiverses, one of the strongest-powered individuals he knew. She could be very dangerous when hurt, threatened or frightened, but that wasn't all she was. In Billy's opinion, Wanda also felt the deepest, and loved the hardest. Finding out you'd willed your own child into existence might come as a bit of a shock, certainly, but he couldn't imagine a world where Wanda might be angry finding out she had children.
And Billy knew himself well enough now to know that if he couldn't imagine it, it probably couldn't exist.