"Didn't say you were a perfect friend, or a great friend," Midnighter mumbles against Scott's cheek before he places a kiss at the corner of his nose, just above his mouth. Friendship for them shouldn't be defined the same way a gaggle of middle school kids would. Midnighter has stood in the way of many friends thinking he knew what was best. His own ex has tried to kill him before. It's different when you're different.

"What, you collect us like Pokemon? You Ash Ketchum? Or maybe Brock..." He considers it. "Brock."

Yeah. He's Brock.