The new tattoo healed far more easily than any of the rest of his had. Cole looked at those goofy sunglasses that Zeke always wore and brushed his fingers over the Z.J.D. that rested atop them. It had been placed on his right arm, underneath the bike chain on his arm. With Trish on his left and Zeke on his right, it felt good to have permanent memories of both on him to always remind him of the people he loved but weren't here any more. It was a pain he'd never hoped to have to come to terms with, and part of him wondered what Zeke was doing now, if anything. If their home realities were actually crumbling... what had become of Zeke? The thought made his stomach twist.
It was those unhappy thoughts that had him loitering about in the rooftops of Red Oak again. Not feeling up to socialising, this seemed like the best way to keep distance from anyone and find some solitude to sort himself out. The buildings still weren't as tall as he'd like, not giving him anywhere near enough distance to feel truly separated, Cole's eyes remained glued in the direction of Metropolisβhe really needed to check that place out. That place was the perfect means of getting away.
Any peace he might've been able to scramble together the instant he heard an all-too-familiar voice sing-song behind him. Straightening himself out and preparing for a fight if it was needed, Cole refused to turn for a few moments, mentally prepping himself just as much. "Sasha," was all he said at first, a long pause falling between them before he turned and saw her. Of all people to come stalking out of his world, why did it have to be her. "You're just about the last person I expected to see here." No need to lead her on in that regard.