Butcher nods appraisingly, swiping at his beard after taking a drink from his truly garbage beverage. It tastes like anything else that's cheap and will keep you awake, which is to say Butcher's used to it.

"Quite a life," Butcher remarks, though it's clear he's not too interested in passing judgement on it. If anything, he seems more relaxed by it. That sounds about fucking normal for what Butcher'd seen growing up, except the part where she worked to pay her rent. That's right out of the abusive parent handbook, isn't it? Well I pay your rent so as long you live under my roof...

She comes off damaged as she is, but she takes care of herself. That's something Billy doesn't do. The three people left in his world that cared about him have all but begged him to do the same. Fuck them.

And here?" Butcher asks of her current situation.