The last few years had been very hard for Jack; the superhero ban, finding a regular job, a new routine...it was slowly killing him. Maybe he was still the same Handsome Jack who could make the whole team laugh with one sentence, but without using his ability he simply felt unnecessary, like an old toy replaced by a new one. He could no longer save beautiful women or answer journalists' questions during interviews, now he only sat in photo shoots where they used his face for advertising some stupid products that he didn't even like or use. It's possible that all this led him to the current situation where he was sitting on the roof of one of the buildings in the evening, his mind was a storm of thoughts, he didn't even hear the approaching footsteps until he didn't see a familiar figure out of the corner of his eye, right next to him