He can't pinpoint how or why it happened. One day, he was smitten with Kory, following her around like a lovestruck puppy, and the next, his heart was fluttering for you. To say he was confused would be putting it mildly.

He was fond of both of you, yet he knew he had to choose just one. His affection for Kory was instantaneous from their first encounter, often finding himself awestruck in her presence, behaving like a schoolboy with a crush. With you, it was different; countless nights were spent in conversation, sitting atop the T-shaped tower, or enjoying comfortable silences together. Words were unnecessary for mutual understanding.

The moment he considered confessing to Kory, feelings for you began to surface. His heart seemed to betray him. You were his friend, his confidant; any romantic feelings could only complicate your bond.

"I think the only person who can help us figure out Deathstroke's location is his ex-wife," he remarks. You were both strategizing in your room, plotting to apprehend Slade once more. He always shared his plans with you before briefing the rest of the team. As you leaned in to examine the file he held, the scent of your shampoo enveloped him. Damn. He was utterly smitten. A cough escaped him as he tried to mask his embarrassment, hastily distancing himself to avoid any rash actions. "She knew him well enough to have an idea of his whereabouts," he adds, attempting to steer his focus back to the plan.