Kyle was draped half across the table with his head propped up on a fist, drenched in misery. Across from him, his friend Wally was polishing off the remains of a blooming onion all by himself and giving Kyle a look that was entirely unsympathetic.

Just a few short hours ago, Kyle's sorta girlfriend had called it quits with him again. He still didn't know why he'd thought it was a good idea, but he'd immediately called up Wally to hang out and commiserate. In hindsight, Connor Hawke might've been the better choice if he wanted comforting, but Wally had a gift for taking his mind off of things, and the speedster was always up for a good time.

Kyle had just forgotten about the tiny fact that Wally had never been a big fan of his girlfriend Alex, for some reason. So, while he was depressed about the fight he and Alex just had, Wally was thrilled and not doing such a fantastic job of not letting it show.

"I don't know why you're so upset," Wally licked the orange dipping sauce off his fingers and tapped his feet against the barstool rungs to the rhythm of the song playing. He'd just finished rattling off a long list of things they could do in the city for fun – maze laser tag, zombie laser tag, jungle laser tag… "Alex is a bitch. You're always complaining about her saying that you're immature."

"Don't call her that," Kyle defended her reflexively. That only reminded him that she'd dumped him, though, and he sank further down into his seat. Wally blinked at him slowly with a look that clearly said he was being pathetic, and that only irritated him. "I'm 'upset' because I loved her. I think."

"You think you loved her?" Wally asked dryly as the waitress dropped off the check and topped off their drinks.

Kyle sighed, not wanting to get into it right now, "It's complicated."

Wally just shrugged and downed his soda, "Sounds to me like you lucked out here."

"If you're not going to make me feel better, then you can at least help me think of a way to fix things with Alex," Kyle grumbled into his palm.

"No way!" Wally looked indignant. "How do you even know that you're right for each other?"

"I don't, but I kinda wanted to see where things would go."

"That is not nearly a good enough answer," Wally shook his head like Kyle was just being tragic. He froze suddenly, and then his lips curled into a devilish grin. Before Kyle had time to react, Wally lunged over the table and nicked his phone from the jacket hanging off his knee. Kyle made a grab for it, but Wally just smacked his hand down and leaned back while his fingers tapped against the screen like gunfire. Geez, the man had no finesse! He was going to damage the screen. When Wally was done, he passed the phone back to Kyle with a satisfied smirk on his face, "There. This'll tell you everything you need to know."

"What did you do?" Kyle looked at the screen frantically, half expecting to Wally to have sent a text to Alex or something equally awful. Instead, he found that the speedster had pulled up a bright red webpage covered in hearts and a cherub-looking Cupid with two blank text boxes. He frowned and glanced back up at Wally. "What is this?"

"It's a love calculator," Wally grinned, slapping some cash on top of the bill and shrugging his coat on. Kyle grabbed his own jacket and followed his friend out of the restaurant, still frowning at the phone. Wally led the way into the chilly New York night. "You put your name in one box and then Alex's in the other, and it tells you if you're soulmates or not."

Kyle gaped open-mouthed at the idiocy, "I'm not doing this."

Wally ignored him, throwing both arms out in a shrug as they walked with his nose turned up in the air superiorly, "If you want my advice, you're gonna have to. I can't in good conscience help you out if you don't."

"Wally, be serious."

"Nope," he shook his head stubbornly, sending Kyle an almost flirty look out of the corners of his eyes.

Kyle let out a growl of frustration, vividly imagining conjuring a huge hand construct and flicking Wally into the next county, "Ugh. Fine!"

He brought the phone closer to his face and started angrily typing in 'Kyle Rayner' and 'Alexandra DeWitt'. A second after he sent in the names, Wally slammed into him, crowding in closer to see the screen. Kyle contemplated pushing him away, but Wally had latched onto his arm with one hand and was holding the phone with the other to tilt it up a bit. They didn't have to wait long for the results. The loading circle expanded into a black background with the number 12% and a frowny face.

Kyle sighed and cocked an eyebrow at the result, "I don't know what I was expecting…"

Wally snorted and started cracking up, slinging an arm around Kyle's neck and burying his face into his shoulder to muffle the laughter, "The phone fates have spoken, Kyle!"

Then Kyle felt Wally's face shift up so that he could feel the speedster's breath hot against his ear. The laughter stopped, and his voice thinned to a mischievous whisper, "She ain't the one."

Kyle felt his face heat up in a flush, and a violent shiver ripped up his spine when Wally stepped back and allowed the cold winter air to rush back in. His head started spinning, and his heart thumped faster in response as he stared after Wally. The redhead moved several feet away to stare into the display window of a storefront, the glow from inside reaching out to envelope him in light.

Kyle couldn't take his eyes off of him.

On a mad impulse, he thumbed the love calculator back to the homepage and typed in his and Wally's names. Then he hit 'send'. He felt stupid as he waited for the results to pop up. What was he doing? Even faster than the first time, the loading icon changed into a dancing smiley face and a rain of heart-shaped confetti.

98% match.

For a moment, his heartbeat started fluttering madly, and he blushed even hotter against the freezing wind. Then he abruptly snapped back to reality and shook it off when he saw Wally glance over his shoulder at him like he knew what Kyle had just done. It was just a scam to get people's phone numbers. His inbox was going to be full of ad spam for years now.

Kyle was about to lock his phone shut when it pinged to let him know he had a text. He swiped his thumb over the screen and pulled it up.

It was from Alex. 'Come over. I'm sorry. I want to work things out.'

Kyle should've been happy. He should've texted right back and booked it to their apartment to grovel on his knees and promise to be better. Instead, he closed out messenger and locked the screen again, shoving the phone into his pocket.

When he looked up, he found Wally watching him with a carefully composed expression. Kyle walked over to him, and Wally held out a hand to hail a cab, "What are you doing?"

Wally gave him an understanding little smile, but all Kyle could see was the sudden sadness lying just beneath, "Getting you a taxi. That was her, right?"

"Yeah, but-" Kyle started.

"Go," Wally opened the car door for him when a dingy yellow cab pulled up to the curb. He nodded at the seat inside with another one of those reluctant smiles. It was so wrong to see a fake smile on Wally's face. "Work things out with your girl. You've been moping about it all night."

Kyle hesitated, at a loss for words.

"You're gonna miss your chance," Wally taunted with a raised eyebrow, and why was Kyle getting the feeling that those words had double meaning? Miss his chance with whom? Wally teased the door opened and closed a few times to get his attention. "Seriously, go on. I'll be fine."

It was weird. Getting into that cab was the absolute last thing Kyle wanted to do right now. He glanced between it and Wally and then down at his hands shoved in his pockets where the unanswered invitation to save his relationship was still waiting.

"Actually…" Kyle found himself saying. Wally's fake smile faltered a bit in confusion. "I'm not ready to go home yet. You still up for laser tag?"

Wally stared at him blankly for a few seconds, his lips parting just a fraction in surprise. The biggest, most dazzling grin spread across his face, and Kyle could've sworn he saw those green eyes glow with happiness. Wally swung the cab door shut and slapped the roof to let the driver know he was good to go, "You kidding? I'm always ready for laser tag. You're goin' down, Rayner."

"Please!" Kyle knocked their shoulders together with a light-hearted laugh as they started down the busy sidewalk. "My aim is way better than yours."

"Um…which one of us grew up around two Olympic-class archers?" Wally pretended to be thinking about it, cupping a hand around his ear like he was waiting for Kyle to tell him. Kyle shoved him in response, and Wally stumbled only a few steps before he regained his balance and skipped ahead to walk backwards in front of him. "I've picked up a few things over the years. Besides, we both know you're never gonna be able to hit me."

He turned back around flippantly, and Kyle really debated kicking the back of the cocky speedster's knees. At the same time though, he thought about that 98% and the girl waiting for his answer at home and the way the hidden sadness had vanished from Wally's eyes when Kyle said he was staying.

Why did he really want that stupid love calculator result to mean more than it did?