[ Deerington’s cruelest trick is how it makes the past nearly tangible like this. It doesn’t even seem to be a function of the town, unlike the other purposeful horrors it inflicts on the dreamers. It’s just a side-effect, and Jesse isn’t sure he resents it more or less for that reason.

But at least the nostalgia isn’t all bad all the time. ]

To old habits.

[ He taps his glass against hers before knocking back the first mouthful of liquor. ]

And for the record, it’s not like I go lookin’ for trouble. [ Said with the easy smile of a man who is lying, and who is totally unconcerned if it’s caught at it. ] It just likes to find me. You know I'm an angel, right?