but now that the stars are in your eyes (i'm beginning to see the light)

He and Jessica Jones meet up once every couple weeks after that first encounter.

They have a drink, and a long chat about increasingly existential and/or trivial quandaries, like her search for a new day job ("why on earth would you want to waste your time with something like that?" he said, but still glanced over her resume for typos on request), and whether he should move from Soho to Nolita ("your rich guy problems are like a pre-made drinking game," she said. "I'm gonna take a shot every time you say 'aesthetics,' 'kay?").

It's not quite a friendship, not when they have absolutely nothing in common expect that they are uniquely odd, but it's a rare connection that he wants to maintain.

She calls it Failed Superhero Support Group, which he's told her he thinks is stupid.