Harry's Apartment [B36] - Olympian Meadows - NYC

[forge_fire]

The door is open, the warm flicker of the fireplace glowing on the wall opposite his door. Harry is inside, making a simple soup and, at this very moment, slicing a sandwich in two and setting both halves neatly on a small, simple earthenware plate. A blink and he checks the soup, lifting the lid to take a smiling wiff of it before dipping a

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[blackcataztec]

And perhaps Harry knows that he's there, but it's second nature for Tezcatlipoca to melt out of the lengthening evening shadows, leaning against the door with his head tilted to the side, dark eyes watchful.

"Good evening, Hephaestus."

[forge_fire]

A nod of the head, a show of respect if not his usual warmth, and a hand outward, beckoning him inward. A welcome, if not a warm one. He holds up his cup of soup, an offer, if not one he expects will be taken up, and looks to the chair across from him, humbler than he knows Tezcatlipoca likes but not really giving much of a damn.

[blackcataztec]

He enters the room, graceful and sinuous as the jaguar that is his symbol. Perfectly dressed as usual, it's clear he's just returned from a day at the office, his only concession to being home a slight loosening of the shirt collar.

"I was wondering if you would take a look at an associate's vehicle. A foreign model, some name I don't recall, and she's not sure what's wrong with it. Complicated enough that her usual mechanic can't make heads or tails of it, so naturally my thoughts turned to you."

He would be paid for it; to think otherwise is not really in Tezcatlipoca's nature.

[forge_fire]

"I'll look at it."

No promises. He wouldn't promise this one anything, for all that he welcomes him. They've never been close, though they share an understanding: the understanding of complete opposites.

He sips his soup and eats his sandwich, saying nothing else as he does so because he's going to enjoy his meal whether there's a god in his doorway or not, regardless of who he might be.

When he's finished, he looks to Tezcatlipoca.

"What else?"

[miss_youth]

A head peeks into the apartment, smiling brightly. "Hey, big brother."

Hebe slips inside and bounces over to Harry, wrapping her arms around him in a hug and placing a kiss on his cheek. "Sorry I haven't been by in a couple of days. One of the other waitresses was sick, so I had to fill in for her. Not that I minded, but that meant I had job after job after job."

She gives him another squeeze before sliding into a chair nearby. "So how have you been?"

[forge_fire]

He smiles, warmer than usual, wider than usual, and hugs her back, strong arms unsurprisingly gentle as they wrap around her before releasing.

"Good."

And it's different than well, which is his normal answer, both in the actual sense of the word and the brightness in his eyes.

[miss_youth]

Her smile grows even brighter. "Good?"

She looks at him, closely, then squees. "Eeeee! Oh my gosh, who is it? Tell! Tell! Pleeeeease?"

She may be very very old, but she still acts like a child sometimes.

[forge_fire]

"Who else would it be?"

And he smiles, warmth and heat accompanying it.