Nope. You saw me down at Coney Island. Black coffee, no frills. [ He blows on said coffee, cooling his down, hands wrapped contemplatively around the mug before he takes a sip. He's still perched on the edge, but after a moment it feels too much like it means he's ready to bolt — one metaphorical foot in, one foot out the door — so he slides back into the bed, his back to the wall and right shoulder against Daisy's. There's no particular script for this kind of sleepover, so he's just. Winging it.
Her question thankfully gives him something to focus on that isn't the warmth of her shoulder and her knee so close to his, though. Ugh. He really isn't used to this. ]
Not everything. It's not like I can, I dunno, regrow missing fingers. It's not a superpowered healing factor or anything.
[ If there were mutants like that out there, they'd successfully stayed off the general public's radar. So far. ]
So it's just the same thing your body does, just... quicker. Like how my metabolism's quicker. Immune system's stronger, cells repair faster, I guess. I haven't caught a cold in... Well, ever since.
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Her question thankfully gives him something to focus on that isn't the warmth of her shoulder and her knee so close to his, though. Ugh. He really isn't used to this. ]
Not everything. It's not like I can, I dunno, regrow missing fingers. It's not a superpowered healing factor or anything.
[ If there were mutants like that out there, they'd successfully stayed off the general public's radar.
So far.]So it's just the same thing your body does, just... quicker. Like how my metabolism's quicker. Immune system's stronger, cells repair faster, I guess. I haven't caught a cold in... Well, ever since.