The question stopped Lindsey cold, his mouth snapping shut as he forgot what he was about to say. Did you love me? "I thought it was love at the time," he answered finally, his voice rough. The concept had been redefined when he met Cathy but he couldn't say that to Eve. She gave a damn about him and he wasn't that cruel. They'd never had a conversation this serious. The last time had been after Angel had pulled him out of the Hell dimension and he'd made a dark joke about her immortality.
Still glad to see me? He wasn't sure that he wanted to ask what she was 'sorry' for. The question, the decision? He was hating his former employers worse than before. Give him any other medium and he was fine. But this kind of talk felt beyond his capacity.
"Of course they don't." He sat down heavily, leaning back as he slung one leg over the arm of the chair. "Figure it's tempting fate, putting you here to bring me back but knowing our history, what I might try to get you to tell me. Wouldn't put it past 'em to switch me out, just to teach me a lesson."