Two country-fried.. wow that's cute. He snorts and finishes his whiskey before tossing the fancy decanter that's probably worth a pretty penny over his shoulder and letting it crack on the ground. Oops, maybe should have stolen that, but he was a little distracted with Captain Drama Queen here being mad at him for who knows what.

And then there's the sudden spark of dawning realization. Everything goes from confusion to being as crystal clear as that poor shattered decanter was.

Burnt up. Treacherous ex-partner. Trying to kill each other. A guy with a cold gun and one with a heat gun.

"Chronos? Your ex is Chronos?"

It all falls into place and Kabal straight up laughs in Len's face because he gets it now. He and Chronos had joked about being alternate timeline versions of each other, and apparently Kabal has now gone the extra mile and had his own sloppy seconds.

He's been the 'really bad idea' rebound fuck before. His one other tryst here had been some straight-panic thing so he knows a thing or two about being the morning after regret. But never at a level of actually being a physical replacement for someone else. That's new.

And honestly? Doesn't feel real good.

He'd sort of assumed Len was using him; fucking his way into having a place to live and the muscle to protect him. That's fine, standard roommates with benefits scenario. He can handle that.

Because people who look like Len don't shack up with people who look like Kabal. He's not into self-pity but he's a realist. There's some truths universally known that don't change no matter what planet or realm you end up on.

"Why the fuck should I go? You live with me." His eyes narrow again, he's having a feeling and he doesn't like it one bit. "Or I guess hiding with me anyway. That what's happening? If you're just using me for a place to stay, why the fuck do you care what I do?"

So much for that one chance to save this.