“Just because I’m immortal doesn’t mean I don’t care about anyone! I’m just surrounded by bad luck and s*it, so it’s just better for you to leave! You’ll be able to live a happy life! You’ll be safer.”
“…Will I be safer? Or will you be safer?”
“…I don’t know…”
Arlo was reading a magazine, “Supers Monthly: how to get your fave super to notice you: hot tips and tricks on P. 87!”, and munching down on some corn chips as xe waited for Aston’s shift to be done. They had been coming in later and later, with more injuries than usual. Xe assumed that they were having trouble with the latest villain’s attempts to find out where some “magic” crystal was hidden. Arlo had tried to help by calling one of xir super friends, but Aston had told them to “not worry about it, they can do this,” which was their way of saying “butt out”. Something personal xe guessed.