Um.

( God. He falls silent again, but he's really just thinking, wrestling with it in his head, frowning a little. In the midst of it, he hears her request for sugar, sort of starts - there's a quiet oh of realisation - and then he's fumbling through a cupboard, returning with spoons and sugar and also a tin of cookies. )

They're-- they're chocolate chip?

( Would she like one? Is that okay? Should he be set on fire for having cookie? There's so many questions hidden in his own uncertainty, as he pops the tin open with his thumb. )

I g-guess, um. M-my world? It has, um, there are p-people with m-magic who uh, who t-try to be heroes. And sometimes they g-get uh, so-- so c-caught up in the ego stuff? And them saving p-people and-- and all this other stuff, they k-kinda, um. Forget.

( What's important, that there's a whole world that needs help. ) There's still all those um, institutional p-problems.

( He's spent too much time with Max. ) Sorry. ( He's not really smart enough to talk about all this stuff and explain it, not the way Max can. )