"I know I wasn't the best boyfriend," he lamented, his gaze downcast and his voice quiet. He was a busy man, and he hadn't always been there for his ex when she needed him. "I just...I wish she'd talked to me."

It'd been a week now since the end of his relationship due to his ex's cheating. She'd left her phone on the coffee table, unlocked, and he'd accidentally caught a glimpse of a raunchy text from another guy. Not wanting to snoop or assume the worst, he'd tried to talk to her about it; she hadn't pleaded, or even apologized—just coldly admitted to it immediately. Told him she'd been cheating on him the entire time they were together, with her own ex. That he'd been a fun diversion, that she'd appreciated his financial support, but that had been it. He hadn't even been given the chance to process her words; she'd simply broken things off, packed her things, and left.

"You know, she made me feel like there was more to me than being a vigilante." He chuckled mirthlessly. "She felt like home, and I... I was a pretty face with a credit card. What an idiot, right?"