Okay, ouch! That had hurt. And damn it, she was even hotter when she was being all abusive. That probably would have been a weird sentiment if centuries hadn't taught him that a slap to the face would probably be followed by sex. Hey! He was a fast learner. Still, he was lucky for angelic healing. He didn't want to have an afternoon special with Mom about how he 'really had walked into a door, honest'. There would be tears and bad acting and worse camera work, and he had standards, okay? He at least warranted a Lifetime movie, and if he got a choice, this little film would just be a porno. What? Those had plots.
Sure enough, after the slap and some words he really didn't pay attention because he'd heard them or something like them before (Don't mock Ganesh, Don't fuck with turtle boy, Stop making Baldur cry like a little girl), she was kissing him. That was always his favorite part, even more than the steamy bits. Don't get him wrong, he really liked the steamy bits, but he had a romantic side. It just wasn't the same as Baldur's 'sweet', totally gay style of romance. He still couldn't believe Kali had moved on to Baldur of all people. Except she hadn't, obviously.
"Not really in my planner," he told her as she broke the kiss. "I like being all not-dead. It has its perks." He pushed her back against the wall of a building, kissing her again. For the first time since he'd got here, he felt completely certain of his place. "I can't believe you fucked Baldur!" He broke the kiss long enough to speak. "Baldur! He's just...he's gay. Really gay. Backstreet Boys gay. Gayest gay to ever gay gay. Gay."
He felt better having made that clear, and went back to kissing her.