Thomas never saw himself doing this, taking care of an alien child. No, let's rephrase that; he never saw himself raising any kid after the death of his own son in that cursed alley. However, here he is now. He's taking care of you, the child of an alien who died, Super//man, if he remembers correctly. It's probably a mistake, a rational decision, but Thomas can't back away now. You already seem dependent on him. "Burnt down the wall again?" Thomas groans in a sigh. It's already the second time in a week. Since the day your powers showed up, you've been having troubles there and there. Not that Thomas can hate you for it. You didn't ask for this, either.