The Man in the Expensive Suit contemplated. He had enough power, that he could keep The Blue Kid away from that friend he had made during his hiatus. Some 

homeless

man from that no-name city in 

flyover country

. What the hell was that kid thinking?

One thing that required no contemplation was this: the two of them must never speak or see each other again. No communication. It was okay for that leech to see the kid dancing on the

internet

, but the kid couldn't see the bum. The bum was nobody, so there was no issue there. The problem would be if the bum reached out to the kid.

The Man knew he was powerful enough to keep the two apart. Easily without having to threaten the bum. Easily enough not to have to kill him either. But as he twirled his cup of 

tea

 around while staring out into the hills in the morning before everybody else awoke, he contemplated. Should he have him taken care of once and for all? Do things the old fashioned way? He wanted to. More and more he saw that he did what he wanted to. He couldn't remember the last time he wanted to do something, and didn't.