[Billy frowns tightly, unsure whether or not he likes the topic switching back to him. On one hand, he still doesn't have a resolution to the whole Wanda issue, but on the other, that's such a Teddy thing to do.

He settles for filing that information away for later, tilting his head down to the pillow again, fingers drumming against the coffee cup.]

Honestly? I wish I knew. The dreamer in me wants to believe that she'll accept me as her kid, and we'll have awesome magical bonding time, and everything will be fine and we'll both be better off for it. But at the same time the realistic half - or cynical, whatever - is reminding me what a horrible idea this is. I could really mess her up, and... it's selfish of me to even consider it.

[Yet he can't seem to stop doing just that.]