Isn't it lovely?

"I am, no need to worry about that," Max chirped happily. "It's just rather dormant when I'm not using my power. And, back then, I was using it twenty-four-seven." He shuddered involuntarily, remembering. "From what I'm told, I can be rather... Extreme."

He stuck out his tongue at her jokingly, raising an eyebrow in question. "Well, I'm doing my best - I haven't spoken to anyone my age in almost a year, remember? What would you consider a normal thing to talk about?"

He raised an eyebrow. "Ah, so you're only pretending to be nice so I don't leave you stranded?" A laugh, and he shrugged, obviously joking. "S'ok. I'm enough of a gentleman that I'd just put up with it."

"Hmph. Would have preferred it have something to do with my stunning personality." He complained, flashing a wink in her direction. "Anyway, what sort of sadistic things do you normally talk about with your" -his fingers twitched into a wriggling wave, trying to think of the right word-"whatevers. Peers. Fall-breaking-people. Friends."

Max laughed. "I can, I suppose, identify with you there." He'd only been allowed out a few times, and had only met a few people, none of which were particularly amazing. "Ah well, I suppose both of us will find someone to saturate us with stupidity soon enough."

"Even if there was, they'd just go on about how the color of the pill is exact to the dress they bought last week, and forget about actually taking it." He sighed, hung his head. “What a sad world we live in, hmm?"