Fair enough. [If he's honest, he's still getting used to even having a choice in the matter. Being someone's puppet for so long, and later expected to be something he's not... It's both liberating and terrifying.

Ira smiles back, just as small.]

For a while I thought there was, myself... [Aaand then Deadpool happened.] Still trying to figure out why a few of them were, though. There were some- pretty colorful people back there.

[He has no idea how else to say it without trash-talking, and while it's tempting... not helpful.]

Nothing that jumps out at me. Heh. Starting to think I should write it all down. [Before something makes him forget. Again.] And, so long as I don't suddenly wake up on a ship again or see oatmeal? Should be good.