Things have been worse. He wants to laugh hysterically at that. They have, in fact, been worse. He'd just been a fucking idiot and figured out that now that he was in Hell, things would actually be better. And in all honesty, they kind of still were, but it had come uncomfortably close too many times.

"N-nothing in particular," he mutters, still going all out on that invisible dirt. "I just had no break at all since we last met." Most people, apparently, had something akin to a vacation while on Lucifer's island. Not him, of course. "And now all of this..."