He's not over Tess. He will possibly never be over Tess.

Cuck.

Perish.

Pushes the prepackaged mess into the trash where it belongs. He has a headache, and he’s not very fond of Barry Allen.

This is character assault.

Sometimes when he looks at the stars, he swears he can still hear her voice, soft and knowing, murmuring in his ear.

Tess always knew the right things to say, even when he didn’t.

She understood people more than him.

Harrumph.

Not dead yet.

That’s my girl.

He’s considering being more active, but also no.

There are always greater priorities than this particular cesspool.

A faded smile cracks, eliciting a dormant brand of affection reserved specifically for his daughter. “There’s a reason I always wanted you to be the future of STAR.” The labs, he’d wager, are a much better fit for her than that shoddy excuse for a council.

Stomps on @mattisagaymer.

𝐂𝐈𝐒𝐂𝐎 𝐑𝐀𝐌𝐎𝐍 𝑽𐌠ꓐᴇ

You rang?

I’ll participate as long as nobody includes Lothario.