"So, you got to hear about what the other Jean did and shit?" Flash cocked his head and imagined what it would be like for him. Honestly, he was pretty sure he was going to be dead by 30, so this wasn't anything he ever considered. "They all treated you different? Or like, tried to treat you fairly, but couldn't get over the hump of you being who you are." Flash asked like he had an idea of what that felt like.
He finished the burger and pat his stomach like a big kid. Flash felt satisfied, at least for now. Venom was going to ask for more later, but he could get by eating squirrels if he needed to. "Yeah, there's some people here who seem sad. I was mostly freaked out." Flash shrugged. He looked up at the buildings, scrunched his nose at the trees beyond. This was completely out of his element. He almost would rather be in an Arabian desert.
"But, you're right. Maybe I needed a break from all the super hero shit. I never stopped, you know?" Flash shook his head. He never felt worthy of friends or companions or family, so he just kept going forward. Kept working. It was why he thought he'd burn out so quick, why part of him kind of welcomed it. "We should be on a team. I like being on a team."