“All of Lex’s things? They’re all yours now?” He knew that Lex had a lot, more than most people in the city had. He didn’t know how much, approximately, or exactly what was sitting in his mansion, but he could take a wild guess and say that it wasn’t all pricey furniture and apartments for new arrivals.
“Maybe he’ll come back.” He didn’t want that to be true. No Lex was better than a good, younger Lex who didn’t remember him and what he’d done.