After a few minutes, Freddie didn't care who won. It was the blood and the sweat that mattered to him. The way that the more he hurt Lex, the more it was easier to forget his own life. The easier it was to forget that he was falling into the same trap that had almost destroyed him last time: love.

He didn't need it, he didn't want it and maybe Lex's fists on his skin could get it out of him.