Oh, I do. It's not the first time this sort of thing has happened, it won't be the last. [Forge shrugs. The fact is a vague comfort, making it a little easier to reassemble the shambles of his work, several years worth of it in some cases, knowing it's been done before. It doesn't make the loss any easier, or less great. He glances up to lock eyes with Julian for a moment, studying the younger boy, appraising his tenuous restraint of...what? Forge can tell, and he flips his goggles over his eyes as a soldering gun pops out from his finger.] I would have hammered things out with Tony eventually, but Emma...she's got that special touch; I was glad for her help. [A couple sparks fly, reflected on the surface of the Maker's goggles and again he wonders if he's crazy, talking to Julian of all people about this. He supposes it's not terribly personal, and chalks it up to pent-up frustration and his tendency to chit-chat while he's working, dividing his mind so his instinctive gift of engineering can work unhindered by the workings of his conscious mind.] It's not just Emma; Ali and Jono have been hooking me up with roadie work, Logan's linked me up with some work, even Beast has asked for help repairing some of his finer instruments. It's good. It's what we do here: look after our own.