Desmond laughs. "No, I get it. Fist bump is more like you did something badass, high five is like a success between friends. Sort of. I'm just making it up. They're different!" He smiles warmly at Bull. It's been awhile since he felt like he had actual friends, not people trying to save the world, but people fun to hang out with and make beer or have a drink. His afterlife could be worse.

"I heard so much shit over the years. I would make a terrible spy. I know how to be a lot of things, spy included, but it doesn't come naturally." Which is funny, since it really should. He was literally born into becoming a killer and a spy, and ran away to a different path. "I think I have about five different tells whenever I lie."