Jack sits and drinks, at least until the taste is out of his mouth. He turns the cup around and round in his hands, staring into it between sips.
"There's not a lot to say..." He tells her what he knows. The drive-by, the first attempt at help, and the hospital. He tells her about his minor confrontation about the Spider-Man situation, and the boy's mother.
"I failed..." To him, the proof of that is still all over the front of his clothes.
It hasn't quite occurred to him yet how strange it is that that would carry over from his costume.
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