He leaned into her hand and closed his eyes. "We're taught that God will never give us anything more than we can bear. He will provide a way out so that you can stand up under it." He opened his eyes again and looked at her. "It's been my cross to bear for a very long time. But I'm more than ready to give it up."
"I always feel like such a jerk if I have to turn someone away," he said quietly. "Like, what if something happens and I could have prevented it? The guilt thing again. And if I'm human in the end, I probably have about six ulcers."
He glanced over at Bernie and immediately felt even more guilty. Here he was, trying to be a good example for Veronica's son, and he was pretty failing miserably. He nodded. "I know. I have no desire to be like that."
He clasped her hand in his. "Metatron reminded me of that," he said. "Reminded me you won't be around forever. And I think that, more than anything, really drove the point home. That, and the whole, channeling the Almighty thing that he does. But yes. I understand. No more hiding from the world, or drowning in work. I've already got fliers up all over the city, advertising for more people to join the firm. I'm going to take on at least two, possibly three more. And then I'll be able to go home at 5 or 6, hopefully. Like normal people. Or at least rotate who has to be at stakeouts, or whatever."