He'd mostly cleaned up as he went, to keep the workspace free, so all that's left is putting these last little pieces away. When he turns back around, he's hit in the face with sincerity.

An all he can do is reflect it right back.

"You're welcome."

It feels...like it used to feel. Early days. Not just saving people, but helping old ladies move furniture. Helping a harried mother carry her groceries so she could carry her kid. Legit, actual kittens in trees that needed to go back to their tiny owners.

There used to be more caring. And there used to be connection. To his city and its people. Before he got so far into his own head and started drowning in his problems - and mistakes.

"Now let's get out of here. I'm starting and it's gotta be close to time for breakfast."