"I don't mind. It's nice to talk with someone...you know, conversation," Hellboy answered. He thought about his answer a moment and rubbed the back of his neck. His tail twitched, draped over the armrest of the couch and finally he shrugged.

"I was alone. Father died, there was the whole thing with Liz and Myers. I didn't want to look at him everyday and so I split. I've been gone for 'bout three months. Traveling in a boxcar mostly. Stoppin' where I felt like it and movin' on 'bout the same time." He glanced over at Jill.

"I look big and mean but I don't do so well alone, 'specially that kind of alone."