"That is why I have protectors," Dieter countered, still smiling very brightly at the memory. "To get me safely to where I can do my work."
He made a little pantomime of turning the combination lock, sighing at the muscle memory of it. He should have still been on a dopamine high from cracking his last Wagner. Too much had happened since then. He hadn't gotten to properly celebrate or savor it.
"You're so right," he agreed, nodding, looking up at Pree. "Some of it is enjoyable. I'm not being eaten by zombies, and there are so many people. Most of them have been lovely. And there's you and this and your amazing talents behind the bar. There is much to enjoy."