"I would be insanely jealous if someone did," Chris said. "Because I didn't run into anything more than snarling, grotesque beasts."
He took a sip of his drink. There was a strange sense of comfortable familiarity sitting in an empty bar drinking with Peter Hale. It wasn't something they ever really did in the past, but it was something he could see them doing often here. It just felt right, in a way he couldn't explain.
And maybe didn't want to. "It was just nice to be able to kill things."