He winced. "Well yeah, I want to do everything." It was uncomfortable to talk about, really. "I can be a bit... impulsive." He ran a hand through his hair. "Might come up with some pretty wild ideas." He added. "Those 'seems like a good idea at the time' moment." He cleared his throat. "And then I kind of... crash." He grimaced. "Not exactly a good sell on my personality, is it?" It was times like this he wondered if he should re-evaluate that whole open-book policy of his. "Dad used to have me take medicine but I felt like a damn zombie. I didn't have any inspiration half the time, at all. I hated it. Sometimes, well... when I'm up it almost seems worth the lows." He said awkwardly.
"What sort of children were they?" He asked. "I mean were they trouble makers that got violent and into trouble all the time?" He asked.
He nodded. "Yeah I know they're safe and if I wanted them at some point I could just ask him. He'd get them for me, or take me to them." He laughed. "I just... haven't talked to him in a bit."
And now he was wondering how unfair that might have been?