"Seriously, I'm gonna punch you in the head if you keep giving me shit," Dante said. Though it was more 'matter-of-factly' than 'angry'. "Kathy bailed. Anders bailed. And you bailed. I guess you coming back to take potshots actually makes you the winner of that set."

He ran a hand through his hair. Damn it, see? He needed a drink. He'd known he was gonna need one.

"Why did you even come back?"

Because somewhere there was something innately fucked up about Ezra being the one who came back, kind of like how Kathy dying and Dante living was fucked up too.