"Yeah yeah, I'm a human fuse box I know." He tried to joke, but it came out weak and flat and more upset than funny. His good front was only going to last so long if they stayed indoors. So he thought about it for a while and looked down distractedly at his hands that crackled with energy for half a second. "I think I've still got some energy to get rid of." Normally Virgil was pretty open, but with certain things, like his mom, or what he was actually feeling it took the jaws of life to get it out. What was that saying, behind comedy was drama? In Virgil's case tonight, it was very true.
"Feeling kinda cramped up in here." He admitted and pulled his usual midnight blue backpack off his shoulders. Looking down at it was his Static gear. He hadn't really done much of it since he got so involved with Bart. It might have been one of the few things that wouldn't remind him of the speedster. "Lets just get out of here." Virgil said a little offhandedly. He wasn't trying to be difficult, he really wasn't. But everything around him was just falling so fast.