[Was that a dig? It might have been a dig.]

I'm not impulsive! [Said a little too sharply. Perhaps even... impulsively. Dohoho.

But then he's catching himself, shoulders hunching forward over his coffee as he cradles it.]

There's nothing wrong with me, I just got a crappy power that needs some work. If mood stabilizers are gonna help, then I need those. But uh, I can build some kinda mental immunity to his power, right? I mean, isn't that what happened with the Hulk? He could control his anger.