“I could have killed him, you know?” Your melodramatic partner sighed, rolling his eyes at you as he put his gun back in the holster. “You always have to steal the show, don’t you?“

Both of you having been actors in the Golden Age, escaping the web of lies you were forced into; not realizing you two were really the clueless actors, nearly dying multiple times, and both being found by scientists and turned into constructs — you were the one person he hated… and trusted.

“You truly do annoy me.”