Utonium raced after Blossom, almost out the window before the tiny part of his brain that wasn't focused on doing his fatherly duties stopped him at just leaning most of the way out. He didn't even know what he could say to her other than she wasn't bad and he loved her. That couldn't possibly have been enough and it was too late to try it anyway. His head and shoulders slumped as he pulled himself back in, sighing as he exited the tidy room. Things might be different now between them, since he had seen her in that kind of situation. He knew it wouldn't be right to tamper with her memory to make her forget he'd been there, but the alternative was so much harsher. Any shows of affection from her from now on would be ridiculous to expect, for a while at the very least. What if she hated him? What if she told Bubbles and Buttercup he was a pervert and they left home sooner than he thought? That seemed such a cruel fate for what was basically an accident and overwhelming surprise. He was only a tiny little detail and it would help her in so many ways to forget he had seen...<br/><br/>The Professor slapped himself once. When he first became interested in science, he researched famous scientists and found that many of them were famous either for miracle cures or for devastating weapons. He vowed to be one of the former, that he would never destroy or sicken anybody. He would use science only for good, and altering somebody's brain, especially if its the brain of someone you love, was certainly wrong. No, he and Blossom would talk. He would tell her she did nothing wrong, explain himself and they would go back to normal. He was glad he'd seen Blossom, the logical one. If it had been Bubbles, she would never have let the embarrassment go and Buttercup probably would have socked him.<br/><br/>Grabbing what he needed, he went back downstairs to continue what he was working on. Removing the compound from the HYH Machine, he added the new ingredient and watched as it all became golden hued, like beer almost. As he did so, his unconscious mind returned to what he'd seen, though his aware mind wouldn't let him notice it.<br/><br/>Boomer's hand reached across his stomach to roll up the sleeves on his extra long navy blue jersey to fight before noticing Bubbles wasn't preparing for combat. "I guess Boomer isn't as common a name as it should be," he said, approaching her. "Look, Bubbles, I know we weren't really good friends before, but we were just kids back then. You know how kids are. Their folks tell them to do something, they feel like they have to do it." What he was saying wasn't lost on Boomer, as he realized that was exactly what he was doing now. "I'm not that kid anymore. When was the last time you got a call about us? I'm not here to hurt you. I'm here to try to lead a normal life. Go to school, make some friends, maybe...," he paused and looked down at the polished linoleum floor, his leg swaying sheepishly. "...maybe find me a girlfriend or something."<br/><br/>"<em>I should totally join the drama club, because that was one heck of a performance! I rock,</em>" he thought, letting none escape his brain pan.<br/><br/>Mojo's eyes popped open with a quick 'thoomp' as he observed his monitor at the Pokey Oaks building. "Oh...my...a-God."