Ty's power needed to be used more selectively than Panu's, or he got headaches and worse. A coma was very alarming. Panu could not even imagine having his power work that way, it would be like having a handicap on thinking. He shuddered at the thought. Actually, physically shuddered.

"We will keep you away from artifacts," the eight year old promised. "Also we will take many breaks when we work. We have Jotunheim now, so probably it is good for taking breaks."

Everyone in this country seemed to be buying him ice cream. Or gelato. Or entire trucks full. In was a custom when greeting children, maybe? Soon he would get very fat, like a real American child.

>> "Hey, if there's an issue, you can let it out around me. I won't tell anyone. In fact I've probably said worse, so no worries."

Reassurances or not, the eight year old continued to blush.

"It was not swearing," Panu said. "I am going to be gentleman when I am older, so I do not swear. And I should not get angry or raise my voice. I am sorry."

He shouldn't have shouted. He shouldn't have said anything. Maybe he needed breaks, too. After all, apparently even the SEC server needed breaks.

...Stupid stupid server.

"It was supposed to be surprise, but I ruin it. I am just making list of companies that you wanted. I have all companies, that is easy," all companies. This was said very literally, and meant very literally, "but SEC crashed when I tried to search how much they make so we can pick smaller CEO to start on. I wanted to give you file before I am finished with cone, but now probably it is hours until they fix themselves."

Probably the machine was so hot it was on fire. Panu hoped it was on fire, that would teach it for being too stupid to handle one child's queries. (Even if he was maybe trying to query a fifth of New York's businesses simultaneously.)

(It was still stupid.)

This is as close as he was going to come to "letting out." He was not entirely certain he understood what that meant, either the words or the action. Talking to people did not usually make anything better. It just let them know ways that he had been stupid or weak, or things that he cared about, so that they could break them.

SEC was already broken, so Ty could not do much there.

...The man seemed like he was in a good mood again. Panu would not spoil it by asking anything about Faust, but there was another question he really wanted to know.

"Are you really a hobo?" Partly this was an impulsive question, and partly this was very practical. Because Jaager had said that he could not bring Ty home to the house, but without Ty, Panu did not know how he was getting home to the house. It was too late for most buses. Also they had driven awhile, too far for him to walk back. Also his phone was down to a quarter battery.

...The SEC could wait until morning. Panu shut every application. He did not want to turn it all the way off, because then if he needed it on right now he would be in trouble. But he really, really needed to stop forgetting that he had no extra batteries.

Probably this was something he could have shared with Ty. But he did not even think to.

"Yeah, breaks are a good idea. I had to kick an aspirin addiction two years ago," he said with a light chuckle.

"Swearing, not swearing, who am I to judge?" he remarked with a light shrug. "It's no big deal; crap happens. Just roll with the flow and don't let it get you down. I'm not going to hold it against ya, anyway. This is our personal mission; we do it on our time, kay?"

He sat down on the floor, looking around, imagining what to do with the place once he dropped it off for a little renovation.

"Well, I was going to crash in a hotel tonight, but after tomorrow, I'm going to have an apartment, so...I officially won't technically be a hobo then. Sort of a downside to skipping the state; when you come back, you gotta start all over again." He could go crash at his old room in Sanctuary, but....well, all things considered, that probably wasn't the best idea.

No big deal. Idiom, business origin?
Crap happens. Idiom, origin unknown.
Roll with the flow. ? ? ?
Don't let it get you down
ya == yeah? you?
do it on our time
kay == English letter? Abbreviated form of "okay"?

Panu realized what was eating up so much of his battery power. The searches had become so automated he almost did not think of them anymore, but now that he was trying to keep unneeded applications shut, the sudden launch into multiple google searches in order to fully understand the man's words was a very alarming thing. Very very alarming, with his phone dying by the minute. 

"I cannot speak English," the boy blurted, "and my phone battery is dying, and I do not know how Jaager expected me to get home tonight, there are no buses back and I am not supposed to show you where we live so you cannot drive me, can I stay in your hotel? I will sleep on floor and be very quiet, you will not know I am there, I can leave in morning very early when bus lines start again."

Probably this was not what the man expected, when he had said Panu could talk about issues with him. But Panu had about an hour's battery left.

An hour's GPS and camera and English. This was a very very big issue. Ty seemed very relaxed and in a good mood, so maybe he really would help. Especially since it wasn't just another park bench he was finding, tonight.

Ty blinked as the boy spoke; he should have pieced it together. But he didn't, for whatever reason. Ah well, it was too late now, and Ty could tell the boy's urgency.

"Tell ya what," Ty finally spoke, breaking a small pausing silence, pulling his phone out of his pocket; it wasn't the latest smartphone, but it was about two models prior, so it would still be of use. He placed it in Panu's hand.

"You borrow my phone for tonight. I need you to meet me here tomorrow at noon to give it back, but I won't need it before then. That way you can get home safe and the dragon won't hunt me down for kidnapping." He smiled softly.

Also, I'll be able to gather more information when I get it back, so it's a win-win for both of us.

Phones did not mean the same to other people. Panu knew this, he did, but he still could not stop himself from holding Ty's phone like it was hold object. The man was just letting him have a phone. Only for the night, of course--the Fin hurried to nod his understanding to those terms--but he was just... giving.

He turned the phone's camera on. It was an old phone and an old camera, but he thought its images were very wonderful.

"You are good person, Ty." Impulsively, Panu hugged the man. Very very quick, in case hobos maybe did not like hugs. "Please make sure Jaager does not know."

Getting home was not so hard, when he did not need to worry about going blind on the way. It was easy to call for a taxi, and very easy to bill it to Jaager's credit card online (it was Jaager's fault that Panu was stuck in a strange part of the city at a strange time of night, so it was his Master Card that would take responsibility). His own phone was in very sad shape by the time he got back, and it would have been much sadder it he had its camera on the whole time, but Ty's was doing very well. Its battery was a fat well-feed child.

Back at the man's mansion, the very first thing he did was run to the porch and climb back inside his hoodie. Now he was very overheating again, but it was better to have heat stroke than to not have spare power. The second thing he did was take the battery and sim card out of his phone. The battery he replaced with a charged one, and the sim he threw out. He would need a new one, now that he had made a stupid bad idea phone call from this one. There were ways to make calls without them, but it was easier to just behave and play nice with America's networks.

The third thing he did was realize he had not checked if Jaager was home. He did so, on tip toes, before retreating to his own room.

Very very contentiously, he plugged Ty's phone into a charger. He would be a polite phone borrower, and return it with full charge.

The fourth thing he did was look through all of its data to see what kind of person Ty Fisher really was.

...Feeling guilty he saved for last. Any friend of Noel's deserved better than casual snooping.

Though really, wasn't that what all of their powers were best for? So probably Ty would understand.

"I read your phone data," the boy whispered to the charged cell. "But if you are reading this memory, I think we are calling it fair."