"Yeah, know just what you mean." His smile is just as relieved as he finishes off his glass, starting to get pleasantly warm from the whiskey. "Always feel this itch right between my shoulder blades without you watchin' my back, man."

And maybe he shifted a little closer, enough to press his leg along Benny's. If they were back in Purgatory he'd probably already be on him, showing Benny exactly what he wanted.

Back here? Neither of them were on particularly solid ground at the moment.