[He knows about the ongoing fight the girl has with Claire Bennet, yes, which is awkward considering the good relations he keeps with both of them. Which is awkward considering he may have told Claire more about himself than anyone, and the girl is eighteen years old. He hasn't only idly wondered how that might look.
He also knows how Eden dies, though having been told she's in her dotage when it happens, that's less of a concern. Frankly if he gets to ninety then he might rather top himself than sit around wrinkly and ill-functioning in a rocker.
In short, teen angst be damned, his apartment is full of bread.]
Hey, it's a gift. Don't take credit for my charitable urges, I get them rarely enough. [A moment. He bites his lip and casts another glance toward the door. He's free to go now, without a doubt. And yet.]
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He also knows how Eden dies, though having been told she's in her dotage when it happens, that's less of a concern. Frankly if he gets to ninety then he might rather top himself than sit around wrinkly and ill-functioning in a rocker.
In short, teen angst be damned, his apartment is full of bread.]
Hey, it's a gift. Don't take credit for my charitable urges, I get them rarely enough. [A moment. He bites his lip and casts another glance toward the door. He's free to go now, without a doubt. And yet.]
Why don't we get a drink?