Ha-ruffing heavily, he pushed his phone over toward her, "she gets mad, she talks in'Rish." he shook his head, "I can't fix anything... Just stuff," he slumped back against the booth, motioning around, "things. shelves, lights, stuff. unimportant stuff. I fuckin'.. hate Superman. Superman's shite. 'm'not a superhero."
He reached for his glass and brought it up to his lips to down the rest of it. He had another coming, why not?
"If I even wanted to be a superhero, I'd be Batman..maybe. He didn't grow up with a mum either.. 'n'he tries. he fuckin' tries really hard..and Gotham is still completely fucked... And Batman's still alone.." he frowned, thinking quietly a moment.
"I can't fix anythin..." he looked to the waitress when their drinks were brought, and then to Ana as she busied herself with pouring some beer into her own glass.
"I dunno..I dun want abs.." he scrunched up his nose and shook his head, lowering his gaze back to his three rounds of bourbon, "'m'pretty fuckin' awful.."