Such language, Verity. I'm touched you'd feel so strongly on my behalf, though.

[He sounds flippant, but his hand squeezes Verity's, genuinely appreciative. He missed his best friend, he really did.

He pours a drink for her, although he flinches a little at the news she's heard everything he hadn't told her, a few drops of drink on the counter before he can stop it, finish pouring the drink and put the bottle down. He spins a little on the stool, holding the drink out to her.]

...Well, if he told you that much, I'm surprised you came back at all. Dare I ask for a summary of what everything covered?

[The Young Avengers? His younger self?Those are the big things on his conscience from this lifetime, after all.]

It's not as if you need to apologise to me. I'm not the one you left, strictly speaking. I can't be hurt what what hasn't happened yet.