[Billy falls into another bout of stubborn silence at that, quieter this time without tears or sniffling. His head is slightly bowed, and he can't quite bring himself to meet Teddy's gaze. Proposed to a superhero... but he hadn't even been using magic back then. He'd just been plain, ordinary helpless Billy Kaplan, who used to be - and was still trying to build up to again - someone who didn't care what others thought of him, but who always wanted to be more for his own sake. But more became a lot more, and that became too much, and now... now he has no idea. He's back to wanting more because he wasn't good enough, strong enough, to save his heroes.

At least... not Thor. And while the regret still burns at him, Teddy's right about one thing: rushing this will surely cause problems, like what had happened before. It's better this way. Even if it's not enough.

He chews nervously on his lower lip, then hesitantly lifts his head, just enough to meet Teddy's eyes for a moment.]

I think... I think I helped Cap get away, after. When we were running... my magic started working again. I put them to sleep.

[He'd passed out, then, but when he'd woken up it had been only an hour later instead of a week, and Steve was nowhere to be found but at least he hadn't been dead. That was... something, right?]