"Good morning! — Also I'm sorry about last night." 

"I too was once a fifteen-year-old boy."

That is not a thought that is conducive to making good decisions, so Sasha puts it aside for later. "Still!" 

"I'm going to invest in soundproofing and until then-- I work weird enough hours that I'm not sure it makes sense to plan around? Not sure if it'd be better to have Jarvis tell you to be quiet or just to be like 'this is the apartment where there is sometimes loud sex.'"

Lev is listening to Asher Stark discuss his sex life. He wants to melt into the floor and die.

Sasha reaches out and takes Lev's hand and squeezes it. "I have faith in your soundproofing." 

"I think Lev would prefer we stop talking about this now."

Another squeeze. "You are not wrong." 

He sits. "So. I should probably hear Lev's whole story, and we should figure out where we're going from here-- like, Lev, do you want a job, or do you just want a place to stay, or something else..."

He watches Lev's expression carefully, keeps holding Lev's hand. 

He seems resigned to having to put up with this. 

"A job would be nice-- I like using my power, it's good-- I can do more with more data, a lot of how I'm limited is just that I don't have information that isn't publicly available."

He's just going to keep holding Lev's hand, then. 

He puts his head into Sasha's shoulder. "Can you just tell him what happened?" he mumbles, "I am going to die."

...or he can hold Lev's entire Lev, that works too. 

"The things he said he wanted were a place to stay that isn't with his parents, a job, interesting things to do with his powers, not that I think you'd give him a job and not give him interesting things to do with his powers, enough food, being able to be open about the things that matter to him, not having to be closeted. He's been faking an eating disorder for I don't actually know how long — he said if his parents found out he was gay they'd disown him but if they found out he was a mutant they might kill him — Lev, should I tell him about the person thing?" 

He mumbles a vaguely affirmative sound into Sasha's shoulder.

"He tried to argue that he wasn't a person, he was a mutant," he says to Asher. 

"...do you need a therapist?"

"Probably," he mumbles into Sasha's shoulder.

He pets Lev's shoulder. "I think just being away from them will help but it's a good idea." 

"So I'll get someone to line up a mutant-competent therapist, I'll get Jarvis to order more groceries, I'll talk to a lawyer to figure out what way of getting to keep you has the fewest headaches, we'll figure out salary stuff later but for now I can just give you a credit card"-- he pulls out his wallet and hands one over-- "I'm thinking I'll give you a few days to settle in and then I'll try you out on everything I might want to do with your power and we can see which ones you're most useful at? Do you have any preferences about how your education works, school seems like obviously a waste of time but I don't know if you'd prefer tutors or independent study."

Lev is slightly overwhelmed. "...Independent study, I think?"

"Well, if you change your mind that's not an issue. --If you have anything you need from day to day, you can talk to Jarvis. He's a person."

Sasha does not know enough about robotics to get how impressive this is. He squeezes Lev — see, he can fix it, you're going to be okay — and looks up at Asher. 

Lev knows enough about robotics to know exactly how impressive this is. 

"You have an artificial general intelligence and you didn't tell anyone?"

"Well, originally, I was keeping him secret so he could be used for military purposes, and now he's secret because it's always good to have some abilities that supervillains don't know you have. --Don't tell anyone, please."