Lindsey stopped with the mug halfway to his mouth. That did make a kind of sense, considering who Dinah was. Lindsey hadn't read far enough in those comic books to know who was and wasn't in the damn league, or when it stopped, or if it was still going.
"Hunh."
He hadn't recognized Zee as a comic book character, but he guessed that made sense. And this parallel dimension thing was whacky. For five seconds, exactly, Lindsey wondered if he was fictional, then dismissed the idea. If he were fiction, Angel would've killed him. That was how all of that worked. The good guys always won.
"Fred's movin' up in the world," he muttered.
Did that make him ... was he a good guy now? He still felt the same. That ambiguous mess inside. He knew he'd changed, but it was more like knowing where his place was instead of knowing how he felt about things.
"Well, I mean, you guys're super heroes, right?" Lindsey said, arching a brow. "Can't you just kinda slap him around till he stops being a jerk?"
That had worked pretty well on Lindsey himself. His eyes shot to the guitar on the stand in the corner.
"Sorry, that was probably kinda rude. I got more manners inside a courtroom than outside."