“I can’t…” he said.

He looked at his lover through dirty glasses, sweat ridden hairs stuck to their lenses and a crack running across his left eye.

“You can’t what? Why?” He snapped.

“I can’t keep on going like this. Like us. I may be a superhero, but you’re my only weakness” he said.

“Super what?” He said, his face contorting sideways, eyebrows raising, mouth ajar, and a hand scratching the top of his head.

“We need to talk…” Super said.