"Mine was pretty mundane shit, all said. I didn't end up in a pocket of space that was halfway between this universe and another one." Which was probably not exactly what had happened, but that was the way that Vance had interpreted it so far.

He looked up, hands still folded between his knees. "It would take as many sessions as necessary, honestly. But...if you don't want to talk to her, fine. How about talking to me instead?" He let out a breath. "Seriously, Robbie, you have some idea that I'm this...I don't know. Completely and utterly unfazed by the rest of the world or just completely together and I'm not sure if that's just because it's easier to tell yourself that so that you don't have to talk to me or what."

Vance pushed himself up, so that he was sitting more properly. "I do a good job of making people think that I'm something I'm not, Robbie. It's one of those things that...I mean, there were a lot of reasons why I didn't want to restart the New Warriors. The main one is that most of the time? I don't feel qualified to do it. But I hold shit together because somebody has to, you know?"