Lindsey would bet that most people in this place hadn't been in the kind of trouble he'd been in. Sucked out of a room, tattoos pulled off of his body, no idea where he was headed. All for trying to take Angel out one more time.
Angel'd given up the fight, though. And Lindsey never really got to say that. He took the office. He ran the company.
He stopped being a champion. He had to be put down.
You don't scare me.
"Good to know," he said, sliding her a mug of coffee.
He kept listening, not asking any questions. Trying to get the picture without having to ask.
"Reckless in't a good thing for anyone," Lindsey said. He smiled, briefly, an exhale of air coming with it, almost a sigh. "It's why I stopped bein' a lawyer, officially. When you get down to it."