Maelstrom may have let himself be arrested, but he's not above grandstanding, or throwing threats at Glam - he's a supervillain after all, it would just be poor showing to not do so after being arrested.

Nova flinches at what he's saying, even if it isn't directed at him (too many threats have been, and Maelstrom's always followed through before).

Glam-on-TV seems to find this hilarious and points out that Maelstrom is not in much of a position to threaten anyone. Then they declare their job done, wink at the heroes, and disappear in a flash of light (presumably to pretend this is teleportation or some such), only to reappear near the window where their video equipment is waiting for them. "So I hope you enjoyed this episode of 'Glam kicks butt, takes name, and is generally awesome'. See you next time!"

And then all the video rig and computers (except for one laptop) disappear and Glam sighs and relaxes even further. They turn around to look at Nova and beam. "That jerk is never gonna touch you again."

He's still and silent, trying to understand that. "M'I yours now?"

"—no. No, you're yours, you can do—whatever you want. That—may be scary, I can help you start out, but you don't belong to anyone else."

"But- he- he said-" Nova's trembling again (if he ever actually stopped).

The flames wrap over and around one another. "don't want to hurt anyone else."

Oh no the poor baby ahhh—

"You don't need to hurt anyone else," they say softly. "And you don't need him to not hurt anyone else. You're okay now, everyone else will be okay now."

The flames settle some, not necessarily believing what Glam says, but reassured a little. "thank you."

"We can figure out a way for your fire not to hurt anyone—like I showed you before, see?" Another lighter to show how fireproof their suit is. "Fire won't harm me, this suit protects me, and we can probably arrange something like that for you."

He flickers sideways and then back (something approximating excitement?) "I- you- don't have to. I can- I'll be better?"

"I want to," they assert. "Can you carry things, create limbs, anything like that?"

He's still for a moment. "I- never tried- He- wouldn't have liked-"

"You know, I hate him a lot more than I did an hour ago."

Nova flinches inwards. "I- m'sorry?"

"—no, no, it's not your fault, I hate him for what he did to you. No one should treat other people the way he did you. You matter, the things you want matter, your happiness and safety and comfort matter."

"...oh." Nova sounds confused and lost by that. "I- as you say?"

Good enough.

"So, do you wanna try holding something?" They produce various balls and cubes and other small objects.

"O-okay?" Nova agrees, not entirely surely.

There's a pause, and he manages to form something approximating a hand.

"Oh that's awesome! Can you use that to grab something?"

He reaches for one of the cubes Glam produced, and hesitates.

"What if I can't?"

Aaaaahhhh they should've punched Maelstrom more.

"It's alright if you can't, we'll figure out some other way for you to interact with stuff that works better. Or we won't, if you'd rather, it's up to you."

Nova carefully plucks the cube up. He manages to keep it in his hand for fifteen seconds. Then is slips through the flames.

The hand-shape abruptly vanishes back into the main ball.

"That was awesome! Congratulations!"

"...it was?" (Did the flames just change colour slightly?)

"Yeah! And it was your first try, too, you did really good."