"Can we go out?" Sam pipes up, eyes goddamn starry as he looks at you. He fidgets on your bed, absently tugging at the sleeves of the hoodie you gave him.

"I want to.. I've never been to a real college party. Like y'know— the one's in the movies."

You're surprised they even let him watch movies, down in there. Though maybe being the most freakishly strong Supe you've ever met granted.. well. Whatever counted as privileges in a shithole like that.