[mello huffs quietly, almost amused.]

Oh, nothing super important. Just saving the world from a homicidal child who fancies himself a god.

[and beating near to the finish line. that’s the most important part. mello turns back to face hank, absently tugging at his collar near the tattoo. it’s not prison ink - it’s a magic tattoo, much like the ones available to buy here, though mello acquired it elsewhere, months ago.]

I was yanked away from my work a year ago, and I was supposed to be returned to it. But this sure as hell isn’t Los Angeles.