Gary tried to keep his mom from knowing about his life as a professional villain's henchman. Part of him still has a lot of guilt for lying to her so long, claiming he was living with his uncle while he was working for the Monarch. How she never found out, who knows. She had to know, though, the number of times 24 picked him up or dropped him off after the henchmen support group. If she got an email from Sheila, she'd never breathed a word of it to her son.

"Thanks, Mrs. Monarch, seriously. Hearing that means so much to me." He replied in a sheepish tone, and a bit of a blush. Gary moved an arm around her to return the hug. This wasn't the old crush, just him finally feeling like he really belonged somewhere again. He felt the same way anytime Malcolm told him a plan of his was good.

Pulling back from the half hug, he sat his phone aside. "I don't know, Hatred might disagree." Hatred just had hurt feelings, which was the Moppet's fault more than Garys. "I try my best, you guys mean a lot to me, so I want to keep you both safe." He chuckled then. "Don't you guys already protect me? You kept me and Monarch from being executed over the whole Morpho thing." Vendata showing up, and their costumes being in the trunk helped a lot with that, but still, she gets credit in his mind.