He blushes, mortified at her having to fuss over him. "I'll be fine..." He mumbles. "Just need to eat something and get some rest.."
Yes Marcia, that's why your produce and cold cuts have been depleting so quickly.
He winces, all but covering his head as she starts up properly.
"I... I was thinking I... I was helping people?" He squeaks out. "It's just this... this nagging at the back of my head that keeps going off if I don't get out. I find people in trouble and I help them." He starts counting stuff off on his fingers. "Car accidents, fires, muggings, stores being robbed, gang fights.. there's so much going on, and I can help, so why shouldn't I?"
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