"Bootleg. Yes. That term sounds familiar. We learned every night. I dream of Genie. Bewitched. Leave it to Beaver. If it was American sitcom, we watched it together."

And since his parents had more English than they did, they would speak English at home and their parents would explain what words meant when it was needed. It had been very effective.

When her fingers brush over his skin he tilts his head to look at her, sparing a smile. A soft one, but nervous. This is still new to consider. Flirting with women? Easy. Vulnerability and honesty? Hard.

"That heart was almost blackened. It is hard to see what I did and feel good about it. People hold it against us, Wanda and I. Perhaps my powers make me formidable, but my heart is soft. It is difficult to adjust to not hating, to not being angry."

And she is a good rolemodel for that he thinks.

"But I can try. To talk. To be strong."