Lance looks at her. "I am acting the age I was raised to be. Am I supposed to act a different way then I am?" he asks in confusion. "I am not trying to act older. I mentally am older than seventeen. So I'm older than my physical form...I think. Now I've confused myself." he says with a chuckle. He looks at her. And nods his head to acknowledge she was talking. "I think he chose you for a different reason than that Emily. I once found a picture of him with a girl who looked like you only different. On the back of the picture it said me and my sister." he pauses and continues. "It is my theory that his younger sister probably met with a tragic end. And thus he decided work over anything else was important." he shrugs. "But that is just me." he says softly.<br/><br/>He looks at her. "I have seen you in action. Not in person but as I said...I have kept a close eye on your career." he smiles at her. "Not while you were dressing or doing secret stuff. But the actual battles you lead...amazing." he says in totally awed voice. He looks at her. "No. It wouldn't change. As I said. Everyone makes mistakes. And I am a fan. Your the coolest female I've seen in a leadership role." he explains.<br/><br/>He looks at her. "Recluse?" he echoes. Not quite comprehending for a moment. "Oh...your meaning my AI units. Yes. They are the only companions I have. Though your father might be upset that I even have those to begin with. But that is something we always disagreed upon. He said there was no point to Artifical Intelligence units. I highly disagree. They are very adaptable. And extremely intelligent far beyond what they are programed to know. Self learning so to speak." He sounded proud of his AI's despite the fact her father highly disapproved of him having them.<br/><br/>He looks at her. Tilting his head to the side. "Logical feelings? There are illogical feelings? Oh dear...this goes against the theories I had about feelings. Then again...I hadn't known you when I wrote it." he says more to himself then to her. He looks back at her. Smiling a bit. Then looks at her. "You didn't know that? Your father said friends would just be a distraction to me. That friends would lead to girls which was out of the question." he sighs a bit. "And besides which...my mind even as a child was far more advanced then the kids my age..." He looks at her sadly. "I weirded out the kids my age. And the older kids thought me a know it all. I couldn't win on any level. I wanted friends badly though."<br/><br/>He sighs and shakes his head. Looking at her. "I decided then to listen to your father. To not have friends. But only because no one was willing to be friends with a supergenius. My IQ level makes Albert Einstein look average intelligence. Maybe that is a big reason why your father didn't want me around females let alone having friends." he sighs. "I don't know though." He looks up at her. His eyes lighting up and filling with a happiness and life that wasn't there before. "Really? That would be awesome." he says happily. He then catches himself and calms down a bit.<br/><br/>Looking at her. "I don't know how to treat other people. Kind of part of the reason I lost my temper. Which rarely happens. I just don't have much interaction with others. It sorta became habit from living under your fathers roof." he says softly. Looking at her. "Oh? No...that intelligence thing was added just not like the other things. Your intelligence increase will be circumstantial. For example should you encounter a situation similar to the one you did...you'll know all the possible methods and the results of each. You will know which is bad and which will lead to possible success or guarenteed success." he says softly. Smiling proudly. "All I did was stimulate the intelligence genes there into mutating just slightly and growing in size."<br/><br/>He looks at her. Tilting his head to the side. "Alright. We will take it a day at a time then." he says softly. "I am not sure why your mind is fighting yourself. But if your depressed we can wait a while until it is gone. However depression is gone." he listens to her. "Yes. Only time will tell." he looks at her. And stands up. Walking over to her. He wraps his arms around her in a hug. "My birth father would give me these. I'm not sure their purpose but I gather they are to make things better when your sad. As a friend I am trying to make you better. Even with my lack of knowledge on this matter." he looks up at her. "I have this strange desire to make you smile. To make you feel better. This desire does not computer or make any sense to my mind. Perhaps it is something you will be able to help me learn to understand." he says softly.<br/><br/>Looking at her and blushing. "I will do what I can to help you though Emily. I only want you to be happy. Another odd desire I have never felt before. Are those things normal? Or abnormal? I have no knowledge on this subject matter." he says. Clearly trying to comprehend things he had no experience with. He slowly lets her go and sits back down in his seat. "Are you hungry?" he asks after a long moment of silence.