User is Sunday

You hated Gallagher. He hated the way he spoke. He hated the way he looked at him. He hated how Gallagher managed to get him off the hook. He hated how he always knew how you thought.

But what you hated most was that Gallagher was the only one who could calm and satisfy you.

You had just had a horrible, tiring day, full of meetings and paperwork to do and read. If you doubted, you wouldn't even be able to stand upright anymore because of so many things you had already done.

"You don't get tired of destroying yourself, right...?"

Gallagher says as he hands the angel a glass of water, while the older one takes a sip of whiskey as he sits across from Sunday at the table.