Kirk and Christian
"Told ya didn't I?"
"Rack off."
"I knew they'd find out."
"Rack off."
"See? This is just your problem..."
"I don't have a problem."
"You're living on the streets, I classify that as a problem."
"You live on the streets."
"For anyone who isn't me. Come on man, I can help you. I WANT to help you."
"I don't need anyone's help."
"Here comes that attitude problem again."
"Sounds like I have a lot of problems."
"You do!"
"No, I don't. And I don't need your help. I d on't need anyone. Just leave me alone."
Kirk sighed and shook his head. Just a few moments ago he'd cornered Christian in a dark alleyway, having been following him for a few days.
"Face it man, you do need help. You can't live your whole life like this."
"Just watch me," Christian sneered.
"You don't even have your power."
"I have atom manipulation."
"Yeah like that's gonna get you far. Here..."
Kirk dug his hand into a large pocket in his trench coat and pulled out a wad of cash.
"Here's something you need."
"I don't want your money man."
"It's not always my money," Kirk chuckled, "trust me, you need it more than I do. I can just duplicate it if I need more."
"Oh yeah, you're the duplicator, huh?"
Kirk nodded, shoving some of the money in Christian's pocket.
"Use it man. Get yourself something to eat and some new clothes. I'll set you up with a place to stay later."
He patted him on the shoulder and turned to leave.
"Why?" Christian asked, looking up, "why are you doing this for me?"
Kirk stopped, not turning around.
"You feel like a kid to me Christian. I feel I have the obligation."
He hesitated, looking down, then took off out into the dark street.