War nodded, his lips tight and flat on his face. He hooked his thumbs into the belt loops of his jeans, moving in lazy circles around the room.

"Yeah, he has a habit of making things come together. Regardless of original outcome. Miracle worker, we know that for sure.

"The kid and Angelo okay?" It might have seemed a question better suited for Death himself, but War and the Reaper were rarely the most open of men.