"...I'm glad you're not failed Nazi Captain America?" He's really not sure how to respond to that sentiment, but he's trying! "I'm not sure that's lucky, though? I mean, like, I would assume the majority of people are not failed Nazi Captain America?" Help how does he make boyfriend feel better. "There was probably like, less... pressure? No weight of the world on your shoulders, just the weight of... corpses? Sorry, no, please pretend I didn't say that, that was a terrible sentence. Um. The expectations were like, normal person things, rather than superhuman things? Which was like? Comparatively comfortable? Probably? Like, when I was trying to get chosen as Head Disciple I would get so fucking homesick for when all I had to worry about was staying up all night pounding energy drinks and writing, even though I was objectively miserable when I was doing that? Um. Please tell me to shut up I'm just saying things."