See? Once you know the stories, it’s not that bad. First marriage: Wife’s hidden sexuality. Not my fault. Second marriage: Said the wrong name at the altar… a little my fault. Third marriage: Well, they really shouldn’t allow you to get married when you’re that drunk and have writing all over your face. Nevada’s fault.
“When I was a boy, discovering my powers, I had no one. I had to figure out the Downworld all on my own. It was awful. So I vowed to myself that if I ever found someone in a similar situation, I’d try to make sure they didn’t have to go at it alone.”