Imagine you were with Percy. You wake up with him every morning and for the past handful Percy's former lover-and-BFF, who broke his heart that you put back together, ah, they've been leaving gifts on his doorstop. Percy starts wearing the clothes they buy, he plays their music, he keeps the notes bearing their love.

That's what Wally West has been doing, the redhead back at the party. Dick was wild over him before I came along.

[ He pauses to pick up a shell, thumbing the sand from it without really paying attention. ]

We tolerate each other sleeping around, usually. I don't know, I ... I've hated seeing him get wooed away from me. Tonight he was wearing one of West's presents, that ugly sweater. It was like he was wrapped up out of reach —

[ The shell shatters in an accidental fist. ]