"Fair? Since when is life supposed to be fair? If it was, I wouldn't be the way I am either." The genetic predisposition towards his mental health conditions wasn't something Dex would have wished on anyone. He'd had one hand tied behind his back from the very beginning and it had shaped the rest of his life. "But I agree with the rest. People who get involved in vigilantism has a healthy mindset." Considering he'd put on the Daredevil suit to play at being a supervillain, he knew exactly what sort of people did this kind of thing.

"I like that too," he said, the truth easily slipping out again. "When you and me are together." He just sort of sunk down into his chair a little, wondering when this damn curse was going to lift. He wasn't leaving his house until it did. Fuck it, time to become the hermit of Puca Park.

Dex nodded. "You can if you want to. But I wouldn't mind if you wanted to stay longer." Despite the fact she'd gotten really angry, it hadn't turned out as bad as it could have been.