"Home over time can look very different" He said, partially in reference to himself. He looked at the boy curiously, understanding in part the boys situation. Tilting his head slightly he studied the boys face as he spoke, looking for signs of anything in the way he spoke about it. "Does dying frighten you? Even though you've a certainty of coming back?"
The god turned on the cot and lay on his side, propping his head up on his hand, bored of sitting in the same position. "Do you think staying here would be wise? Living a long time amongst mortals will not be easy" He continues to change the subject from his own issues before an idea pops into his mind. Reaching over and picking up the bag of junior mints, he concentrated a little bit of magic on them and with a flash of green light the bag changed to a brown paper one. He reaching in a pulled out a ripe red cherry and popped it in his mouth. 'Much better~'
With a smug grin he offered out the bag to the boy. "Much better for you~"