The fact that George didn't pick up the phone and look for the messages surprised Wrath. It was what her siblings would have done. Saints were weird.
She was not used to being thanked. It felt strange and unnatural and she ducked her head and ran her fingers through her hair. If Satan or Lucifer found out they were going to jam hot pokers into her eyeballs or something.
"Pssht, yeah," she waved her hand around and she was glad when the coffee maker beeped. She went and grabbed two cups and when she handed one to George, she pointed to the sugar and milk on the coffee table as well. "So." She tapped her fingers against the mug and sat down beside him. "Wow. I suck balls at talking."