Who Needs a Dream? Who Needs Ambition?

Wow. A part of Roger flared up immediately, since it was Lex Luthor and the group of comic books that Mark owned and Roger had read suggested that he was sort of fucked up in the bald head. Anatoly was not, and more that that, Anatoly deserved honesty and goodness from a person who could provide emotional strength, or at least the balls to say why he was leaving.

Anyway, didn't villains monologue? Wasn't that a thing?

Roger didn't know what to say. He'd already expressed his sympathy, was already trying to find reasons not to slide over and kiss him out of his misery, and that was twice as fucked as what Lex had done, in Roger's mind.

"Do, uh, you need a place to stay? I could... there's a couch in the other room I could sleep on..."