[ It's the first time he's seen the kid's Omen like this, and somewhere under the exhaustion he files it away as interesting. Still: God meets him in the doorway, looking as he always does, albeit now with a crown of ferns in his short dark hair. ]
Tough day, huh? [ He's assessing, looking at that burn, but doesn't ask. ] Can you make it inside? I've got the kettle on.
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Tough day, huh? [ He's assessing, looking at that burn, but doesn't ask. ] Can you make it inside? I've got the kettle on.