"Fucking tell me about it." Yeah, that took chugging the rest of his beer and dropping the empty before going to another one. The bitterness was obvious, edged with something almost tired; all he wanted was to find fucking Church and just...retire. Again. Probably with his kid this time. And hang out with his friends and do their normal stupid crap. Was that too much to ask for?

"I mean, every time we defeat whatever, then something else comes and it's more of a pain in the ass than the last thing. Reds versus Blues, Wyoming, time travel, the desert and C.T. and his assholes, the Meta, getting Church back, the Director and a million Texes, fucking Chorus and Felix and Charon and now this. It's always something."

And that's why his habitat looked like a tropical resort. If he wasn't getting peace in the real world, he sure as shit would there.

"But hey, at least we do what we can, right? I mean, sure, it sucks, but...we do it so other people don't have to."