[ He's got a pretty big reason why he feels nervous around the guy. Just, you know, that would involve talking about it and he's not quite sure he's ready for that yet. He wants to say it. He really does. But the rejection might... suck. A lot. Didn't he tell his mom he wasn't afraid of him? Totally different being face to face with him. So, back to this Sodder fella. ]

A letter? [ He drags a hand over his chin, head tilting. ] Oh yeah. Got that on me actually.

[ Shifting a bit on his side with a silent ow being mouthed to the window, he pulls out said crumpled letter from his back pocket and drops it on the table. ]

I glanced it over. Was going to give it a proper read when I wasn't running away from a pig, so. [ Or something, but he shrugs. ] Beats me who Sodder is, though. Not a mutant I've ever heard of before. You know, assuming that's what this is. A mutant behind this.

[ Straightening up, he opens his mouth but nothing comes out and he deflates almost before he drops an elbow to the table and hangs his head, fingers carding through gray hair. ]

Can I ask you- I mean, just, you know, a general sort of thing? [ Chewing on a fingernail, he clears his throat and plays with the salt shaker a bit as he stares to it. ] Do you think it's important to tell the truth to someone when they don't really know that you have some sort of truth to tell them?