He sucks at this.

Back when he was still pretending to be Nice, rehearsing greetings was a breeze. As easy as exercising a muscle. His manager even had him PR-trained to face any sort of social interaction possible. This should be nothing to him by now.

But this isn't like all those other times.

For months now, you thought he was dead. Hell, he was proclaimed legally dead - when in reality he was actually in disguise as a whole new other person, a whole new other identity.

So now he's fidgeting like an idiot outside your door, trying to come up with an excuse to say that he somehow wasn't, and that he was alive - as a different hero, the one you must be seeing all over the news, and-

He's mumbling to himself so fast he doesn't even see you approaching, nor does he catch sight of you coming into view with his eyes glued to the ground.

"I tried to tell you, but they wouldn't let me, I swear! No, wait, that doesn't sound right- Uh-"