[Ugh, this is worse than having his brains bashed in. Almost as bad as shitting blood! But you know, that would actually be awful in a place like this, because shitting blood in the woods full of monsters and dead body snatchers just does not sound like a fun time at all.

Very reluctantly, only because he's well aware that without the superhero mantle, a team to fall back on, and a clamoring group of hormonal teens who want his body, he's got very few takers and boy does that information suck.]

Growin' up, I didn't have any guy friends. Fuck, I didn't have any friends, period, okay! There.

[What a loser-y thing to say.]

Even right now, my main fallback guy's Robot! And he's got, like, all of two, maybe three emotions? With the girls if I fuck up I either own that shit or flirt a little bit to get my footing back with 'em, and Samson... God, he's got a major stick up his butt, I dunno, maybe he lost a paternity test and needs to play da-da to man the fuck up or somethin', but uh, as of right now I'm definitely on his shitlist.

[Oof.

That felt wrong to say, even for Rex. He hopes the guy gets out of the hospital soon. Or, well, ever.]

I don't get you, most of the time.

The only time I feel like I do it's... When you're all sad and shit.