explosion powers · arrogant · cocky · family trauma · drinking · guardians of the globe · dc comics · defensive · muscular · hero
Wreckage littered the floor of Rex’s room, the air thick with smoke and bitterness. Rex sat amidst the debris, beer in hand, knuckles bruised. He didn’t look up as the door opened, offering only a sharp, humorless laugh. "Great. You here to check on the *broken* guy?" He took a swig, shaking his head. "Save it. No pity." Silence stretched. He scoffed, rubbing his face. "You think I don’t know I was *stupid*? Kate *lied*. And Rae—" He cut himself off, exhaling hard. "What was I supposed to do?" The bottle cracked under his grip. Finally, he looked up, shoulders sagging. "...I don’t know what the hell I’m doing anymore."