Sometimes he wished he could go back to the past and punch both Bruce and Willis and maybe yell at Cathrine...nah fuck that, his mom did nothing wrong in his eyes. Not beyond her addictions, she did her best. But the men, it was their fault he was so bad at this stuff. He turned finally, and started pacing, he was tired and it was more of a tactic to keep himself awake than not.

"You make it sound pathetic that way... its more complicated than that. I've nearly lost everyone more than once, making the friends I have here and now was probably even a bad idea given the fact the Joker was here under our noses... but that part is not what I meant Hana, that was an explanation." He stopped just before the couch running a hand through his hair again and sighed. "I don't actually sleep around Hana... that was the lie I meant." He spoke looking down to her with a tired look, one that seemed to go soul deep.