Regan laughed slightly, well aware of that thought that mom’s were superheroes. He was fairly certain his own had been, especially when it came to keeping up with three active kids. “Right, I forgot that mom’s were superhuman,” he answered with an easy going smile. “Too bad none of us got to pick our abilities,” Although he supposed if people could chose they might have all chosen Rae’s ability. Who wouldn’t want to be able to do things without getting seriously injured? Granted that would have probably lead to a whole compound of insanely reckless people.
“Honestly, when Zach and his crew get going on their medical jabber I kind of zone out,” he admitted with a bit of a smirk. He hadn’t had to spend much time in medical so far, but having just sat in on the few times one of them had rattled something off about Silas, it was easy enough to admit that most of the time he didn’t understand half of what they were saying – it wasn’t really his job to understand it though. “Yeah, I suppose having an injured shoulder would take your usual option off the table,” it wasn’t really a secret that Rae got Silas to help her out with most things like this. “Guess it was fate or something, then.” Regan could imagine things could easily get worse somehow, but he didn’t say that aloud.
“Oh, I’m pretty sure it’s worse for me,” he agreed with a half-smile. “Though I have to argue the whole men always being wrong thing, sometimes we aren’t, or sometimes we’re just being idiots and letting pride and ego get in the way.” He pointed out, not looking to start anything though – which was apparent by his easy going tone and demeanor.
He couldn’t help raising his eyebrows and kind of screwing up his face a little bit at her words. “See, I don’t necessarily agree with that, I mean nothing’s so important that someone can’t take ten minutes out of their schedule to help someone else out,” he remarked. “And I get that, but asking for help isn’t a bad thing.” Granted Regan was kind of awful at asking for help, but they weren’t talking about him at the current moment.
He let the subject drop though when she said she would do it, but that she liked exercising her maternal instinct. Not being the time to push someone, he just let it go at that, nodding in understanding. “You know I’m going to steer clear of giving my opinion on the whole spandex comment, because frankly I don’t want word getting back to Silas that I was talking about his girl wearing skintight spandex or anything,” Not that he thought his friend would do anything to him, but jealousy could be a funny thing sometimes. “Maybe as Silas his opinion on you wearing dance clothes on a more frequent basis.”
“No it wouldn’t, and I don’t think you’d get any of the medics to sign off on it.” And if she did manage it Regan would have questioned the sanity of their medical staff. “Well, I’m not going to tell you I don’t need payment, especially if brownies are involved.” If he didn’t know any better he would have thought the kitchen staff was trying to get him to gain weight or something. “Cookies or brownies, I’m really not picky,” Sweets were sweets to him, and really he’d take whatever was offered. “It’s really not a problem, helping you gives me something to do before I need to start my security shift.” He answered as he gathered up the crutches and a couple other items for her.