[He nods, thinking there are times when the thought of staying here was more appealing than going home. After all, staying here could mean friends, maybe even a girlfriend. He had to go to an underwater, interdimensional prison to have the closest thing to a normal life he's had since college. Going home means letting Lucifer wear him like a meatsuit and then taking both of them to hell. There isn't a lot of appeal except for setting things right again. Things he messed up.]