Luna, meanwhile had been giggling uncontrollably and, of course, offering no assistance. When the TV clicked on, she was even more amused. Only Billy. Only Billy could manage something like that. And she was going to turn off when she noticed his eyes watching it intently, which pulled her eyes to it too. A fire.
That was the problem with dating a superhero. Or well, they weren't dating but Luna was planning on asking him.
Luna got off him and sat down on the edge of the bed. She sighed, looking up at the ceiling with a frown. She wanted to tell him London had enough heroes. That they could do without him, but she knew he wouldn't stop thinking about it even if he stayed. It would bother him, and she had already lost him to it.
"Go ahead," she said sighing again. "Go do your hero thing."