"I can't remember what life was like before knowing that all this existed," Lindsey admitted as he took the glass of wine from her, swirling the contents as he stared down in. "Blood sacrifices and Hell are normal." He felt a chill race down his spine as his mind wandered too close to those six months, moments he didn't have to explain to Eve. If she was telling the truth, she'd seen it all too.
At the mention of his job, Lindsey downed half the glass. "It's not Wolfram and Hart," he replied carefully. The job did make him miserable. He'd come to that conclusion outloud in the last serious discussion he'd had but admitting it here, now, seemed like an error. Something to be used against him. "It's not running a multi-dimensional law firm."
He shook his head, leaning forward to set the glass on the table, elbows resting on his knees. "It's not a lot of things that I'm used to or want."