"Unintentionally, intentionally. Whatever it takes." Bobby reached over to pour himself some whiskey as well. The whiskey was great, he couldn't complain about that. He had some issues with his clothes, his wardrobe here seemed determined to slowly align him more with Aleister's sensibilities. His hat was brand new. Felt off.

"You always just complain about Hell." He had caught on to that long ago, yet it seemed worth nothing again. "I reckon you must be enjoyin' something about it. Like that feeling of being needed. I ain't judging you. Guess I'm the same."

He glanced up at the ceiling and sighed. "Was the same."