He didn't say anything at the obvious change in tense, but he did incline his head for a moment in silence. The man had probably heard enough on the subject, but he could be respectful.
He couldn't imagine how something like that could be. Wes and Dian had been... well, it made complete sense to him that they'd gone within days of each other. That was just how the universe was made. That was just right. Separating them was wrong on every level.
His own romantic adventures had consisted of exactly one person, who'd ambushed him with a kiss that had gotten him removed from his leadership position in the JSA and lost him one of his oldest friends. Looking back on it, there hadn't been much to the whole thing besides desperation: Kendra had been looking to escape the idea of being with Carter because of 'destiny' and he'd been looking for anything and anyone to hold onto. Anything or anyone to see him as worthy.
And of course, the one who'd kissed him had been destined for someone else. He'd saved the world, spent a year spread out throughout the Earth to hold it together and let it heal after Gog's attack, another prison, and he'd come back from that with hope. Hope that had, of course, eventually been dashed. Because some people were meant to be.
And he was meant to be...
Who knew.
"I never had friends my age. I was an orphan, and then I was with Wes and my aunt, and then I figured out what Wes was doing at night and joined him in his work. Then I was..." he spread his hands, "Sandy the Golden Boy, kid sidekick. The one whose hair got ruffled."
He ruffled his own hair and his eyes were anywhere but Scott's.
"Then I was the object lesson in the velvet cage."
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He couldn't imagine how something like that could be. Wes and Dian had been... well, it made complete sense to him that they'd gone within days of each other. That was just how the universe was made. That was just right. Separating them was wrong on every level.
His own romantic adventures had consisted of exactly one person, who'd ambushed him with a kiss that had gotten him removed from his leadership position in the JSA and lost him one of his oldest friends. Looking back on it, there hadn't been much to the whole thing besides desperation: Kendra had been looking to escape the idea of being with Carter because of 'destiny' and he'd been looking for anything and anyone to hold onto. Anything or anyone to see him as worthy.
And of course, the one who'd kissed him had been destined for someone else. He'd saved the world, spent a year spread out throughout the Earth to hold it together and let it heal after Gog's attack, another prison, and he'd come back from that with hope. Hope that had, of course, eventually been dashed. Because some people were meant to be.
And he was meant to be...
Who knew.
"I never had friends my age. I was an orphan, and then I was with Wes and my aunt, and then I figured out what Wes was doing at night and joined him in his work. Then I was..." he spread his hands, "Sandy the Golden Boy, kid sidekick. The one whose hair got ruffled."
He ruffled his own hair and his eyes were anywhere but Scott's.
"Then I was the object lesson in the velvet cage."