[ as usual, billy looks, well, magic here. though he's wearing all black, his earrings appear to be actual, living shooting stars in miniature, and behind him is a kitchen that's going full harry potter. there are vegetables being chopped by a floating knife behind him, dishes are politely washing themselves, it's a whole thing.

he smiles, warm and sunny--though with a worried edge if you know what to look for--and waves at the camera. ]

Hi, Tim. I'm Billy--or Wiccan if you want to get professional--and I know the other you, too. I saw that you left the apartment-- [ or wherever he was. ] --and I just.. wanted to make sure you're safe. Are you somewhere safe? You don't have to tell me where if you're not comfortable with that, of course, but if I can help, I'd like to.