"–I can admit when I went overboard."

Hellboy groaned as he fell back onto a couch in the study, rubbing his forehead with his stone hand. Convalescing from a weekend long mission that ended up in a similar fashion to when he was in Mexico. Lots of drinking.

The townspeople celebrating the beast he took down that pestered the area for months. But damn, his head was killing him.

Yellow eyes wandered to his partner with some reverence for waiting for him.