"You know, much of the team was forcibly recruited in the beginning. The Legion started as a volunteer operation but upon seeing its success, various politicians wanted to use it as a political tool. There was a draft where many of us were forced into serving against our will, and declining our draft notices would've been considered a breach of treaty on the part of our worlds." They'd each been forced to join under the threat of political and economic catastrophe befalling their home planets. "It took us quite some time and the overthrow of a corrupt president to have the draft abolished."

He gave him the smallest smile.

"You are by no means the only individual ever to find their life infinitely more complicated by virtue of having joined the team. Working with others and having to truly cooperate can be...discomfiting. Unfamiliar."

He'd been shoved so far out of his comfort zone when he'd joined the team he might as well have been in a different postal code.

"Speaking as someone who had to learn how, save yourself the trouble and stop fighting it so hard. Keep whatever distance you need to, say whatever you need to say to the others, but if this is where you've chosen to stay and how you've chosen to adapt to the situation we've all been so callously thrown into by Chronoblivion and the Time Trapper, at least accept it internally. You're a superhero -- and you're a surprisingly serviceable one."

A pause.

"Ah! Speaking of which, I still have to give this to you."

He reached into one of the larger pouches in his belt, and took out something neatly wrapped in a tidy plastic and handed it to Grif. Once he unwrapped it, he'd see that it was a small embossed plaque, that said:

'The Legion Award For Laziness Excellence, Presented to Dexter Grif, In recognition of being the laziest sentient Brainiac 5 has ever met.'