He smiled a little more sincerely. "Well. Thanks. I was a pretty decent superhero."

Kyle sipped his tea, but then shook his head hard enough that his curls bounced. "No. I don't feel guilty. I mean, it's not like it was my fault that I had a fucking perfect life."

He sighed and sat back a little, stretching his long legs out. "It really was perfect, though. My mom woulda been so proud." The second he managed to say that he had to look away and clamp his mouth shut.