Sandy listened... and his own anger built as Mike continued.

The first part was unfortunate but all too common; he'd had his own troubles once upon a time, and the death of his own father... there was a reason he'd attached himself to his Aunt Dian and Wesley Dodds.

As Mike kept going, though...

This Karr reminded him of nothing so much as Magog, a face he still remembered despite the years and the distance from the event. The god-like being had almost torn the JSA apart, and all of them were experienced superheroes who were no strangers to being manipulated, to having their hearts and minds toyed with. To face that kind of seductive, mind-altering creature on your own, alone, in need of someone, anyone, who would treat you like you deserved any kind of happiness--

He'd never forget those nights of blissful, nightmare-free slumber. But he'd never regret giving it up, not for what it'd almost cost them.

Sandy turned his head and kissed the hand that had been touching him before looking up at Mike.

"I guess, then, I'll just... have to keep on reminding you. What happiness is like."