[ Oh god. This was SUCH a bad idea. Why doesn't he ever listen to his mom about these things?? I'm not scared of him, he said. You should be, she said. It's fine. It's cool. He's a mutant just like him so, hey. Not like he's going to reject him for that at least?? Cool cool. Maybe he should have done a practice run on the professor first. But nope. Just runs right into it like he does with everything, right? Yeah.

He suddenly can't really bring himself to look to Erik and just stares to the salt shaker in front of him. Salt's cool. ]

Beeecause [ Shit. He can't do this. He grumbles, face falling into a hand before he straightens up and rests his elbows on the table, staring off and away from Erik. ] my mom thinks I'll get hurt chasing after someone I can never catch even as the fastest guy ever.

[ He'd been gung-ho about this so many times before standing before him with all that Apocalypse stuff but now that he's right here, face-to-face with the man himself, once again he just... freezes up. Can't find the words and loses so much confidence in being able to do this.

Countless fears (what) and worries get the best of him and he starts sliding his way down the booth as he goes on. ]

You know what? It's stupid. I'm sorry. I'm just gonna go not get followed by a pig.

[ But he stops at the end of the booth and feels his jaw grow tight as he stares ahead, fingers curling under the edge of the table. ]

...I'm your son.

[ And just like that, he feels his heart drop in his chest and no, he sure as hell can't look to the guy. Frozen in place. ]