[ He half knows that feeling, and he's well aware from all that time travel (that he really wishes he could talk about) that he remembers the glory days as a whole lot more glorious than they actually were. Still. Can't shake nostalgia. ]

I can't help it. Thinking about the past, I mean. I know it was messy and complicated and everyone was fighting all the time, and I know there's a reason it didn't last forever, but— we were happy, right? Or, I was. Happier, anyway. And okay, it's not like I want things to go wrong, that's not what I mean, but it'd be nice to... I dunno, to really be needed again.

[ But... then he just feels silly for saying it out loud at all. What kind of hero does that make him? Maybe exactly the kind everyone thinks he is. ]

But I guess you already have that with your whole... thing. Look, ignore me, I've probably just been in the sun too long.