"What do I usually do with my evenings," he repeats, voice even. It should be an easy question, he thinks. Or it would be for any normal person. "Oh, you know... the usual evening... stuff."

Which is what? He has no idea. "I usually miss the evening altogether," he realizes aloud, glancing towards the staircase that leads down to his lab. "Maybe a little Netflix, a newspaper, before bed." At 3 am. He shrugs one shoulder.