Graham chuckled a little bit, "I can certainly understand that. But I wouldn't take it from you, after all, wouldn't that be rude? I have more than enough for myself, so why horde? Especially if you enjoy it this much, or anywhere near as much as I do, which I must admit is quite a lot." He said with a smile, acting a lot less like his normal, sort of snobby self. "But about the boys, I do agree that perhaps it isn't the best brain bubble to have them caught, at least with my hand in it. I can see how that would be traumatizing, and earn me another enemy. Which at the moment, is the last thing I need. Because currently, I have you, Storm, and practically every civilian and hero in the city." His smile turned into a frown as he thought about what he had said, "Oh wow, I didn't realize how many people in this city actually hated me. . . Oh well, I hate most of them back, so I guess the feeling is mutual." He took another sip of his apple juice, a smile on his face once again, "I'm glad you enjoy it, I had been workshopping it for a while, kind of just using it as a hobby, but when I destroyed your bike I decided that it was time to that bike to good use. Have you figured out all the features yet? I added some with your specific powers in mind, but I'm going to tell you how to find them, that's for you to do yourself." He smiled with satisfaction of his hard work and started to think about something else he could possibly invent. Maybe a bike similar to the one he made for Asher?
Then he heard Asher's voice bring him back to high-res hallucination. He looked over at the other boy and sensed that perhaps he was feeling guilty or something of that nature. "You don't need to feel guilty for what you've done to me. It isn't your fault that I decided to use my powers for evil. Well, I'm not using them for evil, I'm using them for I think is right, if that makes sense. I'm having my own sort of fun and playing jokes or whatever against the people who control this city. I'm doing my own thing, and so are you. You shouldn't feel guilty for doing what you believe is right, as you can see the other hero's don't. They think that we're the bodge guys, that we're scum, and if in their peepers that's true, then in their world and in their conscience it's true." He stopped and took another sip of his juice, "Does that make sense? If you're doing what you believe is right, then you're not doing the right thing. At least, in your mindset, you aren't doing anything. So, if you truly believe that I am a villain, then you shouldn't feel bodge for beating me up or whatever." He said with a sigh, "Although I will probably sound like a masochist or whatever, I don't exactly mind the beatings or whatever, I've sort of gotten used to the pain and the threats. I don't know how many times you've threatened to either drown me or freeze me, and of course, there are the other heroes who have actually attempted it, so I think you're fine." Then, when he fell silent, he realized how wonky-donky that must of sound, "Wait, no no, I mean, well, in my opinion, you're not as bodge as the other heroes here, so if anything you can stay the others can leave." Then, he sort of got an brain bubble, "If it makes it any easier, perhaps I could possibly try being not as bodge of a bodge guy? I mean, although my body is somewhat used to the beatings, I can't go on like this forever." His peepers lit up as the brain bubble he had been trying to grasp at finally formed in his mind, "What if we tried to take down Storm together! After I heal up of course."
His usual smirk of self-satisfaction reappeared on his face as he waited for Asher's response, Maybe I just solved this problem, actually no I solved two, and if this works three, and if all of this comes together possibly four, and you know what? What if I solved all of the problems in the world? What if I just solved world hunger!?!!? He shook his head a little bit, brain brewing about the last one, No, that might be pushing it a little bit, but if it works, who knows! Then he looked down at the plate of mandatory sustenance (like cheetos), realizing that he hadn't eaten too much of it, "Oh, uhm, you don't need to worry about that, when I finish, I'll clean up after myself, or at least I'll try too. I don't really eat too much, to begin with, so I don't want you to have to wait for me once everything is done. That wouldn't be fair to you, to have to wait on me hand and groundhand, especially since I'm not in the hospital, and you're not being paid for any of this." As he studied the boy's body language and wods, he got the feeling that he wasn't alright, and was still brain brewing of himself in the right. So with all the strength he had, he pushed himself off the bed and walked over to him. Wincing in pain, and biting his lip to keep the grunts of pain to himself, "Asher, please don't feel bodge about what has happened, or what you did. You were trying to protect yourself, and your identity and that's alright. I scared you, and I really should have left you alone. Please don't think that you aren't the hero, to most of the people in this city, you are on of the top tier heroes, and you should continue to think of yourself in that way, at least in my opinion, you should."
((Okay, I hope that this is okay, it is sort of wonky-donky of context, ngl))
