the good and the bad

“It’s not the death that bothers me. Well, it bothers me, just not like that. It’s.. complicated. Just like everything else out there in the world.”

Erik waved off his apology, taking a sip of his own drink. “Believe me, most of the time when people are worried about how much my head is hurting, it means it’s not hurting that much. If that makes sense.” He shrugged. “The worst headaches come from people who think they wouldn’t have any affect on me.”

“Not exactly. It’s more of a.. morality sensitivity. Bad people put me on edge.”

“Hmm, have I really tired out the generosity of Jessica Jones?” Erik replied with a small smirk, already heading into the kitchen. “A small price to pay, and I shall pay it happily. As long as you aren’t getting sick of me yet.”

Erik puffed out his cheeks, letting the air escape from his mouth slowly. “I’m not sure. Don’t know if I ever will be. The side effects are pretty damn shitty. But like everyone says-- it’s a gift. Maybe I should be grateful.”

“Is that before or after they notice that you’re green and really tall?” Erik joked back.

“Wow. I don’t think I could have said that any better myself. And you sound very strongly subscribed to this.. philosophy.”

“I guess the best description of.. whatever I am, would be an ‘empath’? I’m not dying to fit into any labels though.”