I didn’t make you do anything. If you don’t have a handle on your feelings that’s not my fault. [ he moves over to scaramouche and reaches down to grab the tatters of his suit so he can lift him up. ] You promised me a fight when you got your powers, and you got them mid conversation… [ brings him closer, their lips brushing. ] And you said you’d share what the fuck happened to you, dick. I wasn’t lying when I said I missed you.
Re: day 411, near midnight - post death.