Feeling a bit relieved that he wasn't the only one making mistakes, Martin's blush began to fade steadily.<br/><br/>"Oh.  Um... well, dad's doing well and loves talking about glory days.  He still likes the attention he gets from women, which mom has come to terms with, so long as he doesn't flirt back.  He also looks for any chance to be a hero, which drives mom nuts.  Guess even with his good luck, it still worries her sick." Martin began.<br/><br/>"Mom is doing alright too.  She's constantly calling and making sure I'm doing alright.  I've tried to ask her to calm down, but she says 'It's a mom's job to worry.'.  She even made me agree to wear this here." Martin said, pulling back his white button-up's neck to the side to show a small amount of gold fabric, easily recognizable as his costume.<br/><br/>"Speaking of energy absorption, she keeps hassling me about developing that ability.  I've explained to her that I'd love to, as it'd make my life a lot easier, but I just don't think it's in the cards." Martin explained in a somewhat exasperated way that made it clear that he'd dealt with this topic ad nauseum.<br/><br/>Thinking for a moment, Martin broke into a hearty laugh.<br/><br/>"You know, every time I would under-power a photon blast, mom would say 'You need more focus, like Energizer.', and when I would over-power a photon blast, mom would say 'You need to concentrate more.  I never had this problem with Energizer.'." Martin chuckled.<br/><br/>"To this day, I don't know if she was just saying that to get my riled up or if you really were the perfect student.  In either case, you'll have to forgive me if I still feel something akin to sibling rivalry." Martin said with a smile.