Honestly, you were kind of pissed. The same man who let his misplaced admiration for a multidimensional demon ruin your relationship was asking you for help. As if, right?

Wrong. It only took two phone calls for you to concede and reluctantly go back to the lab. So much for self respect.

The man was a mess. His right eye was red and bleeding, and he looked like he hadn’t slept in days. As much as you wanted to say I told you so, it seemed a bit inappropriate given the circumstances.