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Four days in jail. It's not a hardship to Erik. In fact, the room is much better than his current one at Charles' home given the current state of the walls. He's whiled the time away by sitting against the wall and scratching lightly at the bandages on his arm, nudging an old coin along his knuckles before he does it again. He carves his thoughts into a singular minded path and the days pass with ease.

He has been in so many cages before. This is simply one more.

When the gates of this particular hell open on the fourth day, Erik gathers his things and steps past the bars, not expecting anyone to have come to greet him. Charles has visited, but Erik had requested that he be permitted to be released on his own. Clad in the simple white t-shirt and sweatpants he's been permitted, he feels like a lab rat who has now had all his tests completed. It's why, when he is standing outside of the prison, that he feels utter disappointment ravage him when he sees who has come to collect him.

"Billy," he greets evenly.

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Billy isn't sure what to say.

Oh, sure, he could start with 'hey, how are you?' or maybe 'how was jail for the past four days?' but even with time to think about it since hearing that Erik had landed in jail, he's simply confused. Not surprised, because he knows there's probably a deep well of rage down there that Billy's barely seen a bit of, but he sees Erik this young as a chance to steer him down the right path.

Like knowing the future and being his grandson means Billy has some sort of duty to make sure Erik is okay. It would make sense to leave that sort of thing to Xavier, but they'd been friends once before and look how that turned out.

He shifts on his feet, uncertainty in his face as he looks up at Erik. "Hi."