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Raising both eyebrows, Nath snorted, “No, I’m pretty sure that just makes you the whippersnapper, freckles.”

His lip twitching as he tried to restrain a full grin, he reached out and poked Wayne’s nose.

Gasping dramatically as Nath said that, when his nose was poked he tossed his head back with a hand to his chest.

“T’oh! Ouch! My pride! How could you?”

Bringing his head back down, Wayne snickers and rolls his shoulders in a shrug.

“Well no one can ever stop me from thinking i’m the coolest. So, when did you arrive in the big ol’ metro-hub anyhow?” He asks, talking about the multiverse thing.

“Ah… uh…” Nath looked away, not really sure how to answer that. His sense of time was horribly skewed, “A few months ago?”

“So you’re still… doing the… hero thing?” he guessed, “Are the others too? That you know?” he knew his was tapering off, but he did still go out. The guilt occasionally returned, eating away at the pit of his stomach. He should be out there too… doing something… but… it would just repeat again. And again. He’d just be trapped in that nightmare all over again.