"Later would be good," Paul agreed, clearing his history on the internet browser and then closing the page. He didn't want to look at Poseidon's godlike self right now, nor did he want to contemplate that this would keep him up at night. It was just too strange. Much too strange to believe.
The mention of papers made him laugh again. "Oh, right." Quickly, he found a pen and signed what he needed to in his legible but distinctly manly scribe. "Definitely not a slacker. You're keeping me on track." Otherwise, the building would probably be engulfed in a gigantic tsunami and then they'd just be up shit creek without a paddle.
He slid the clipboard back over toward her. "Thanks," he added, meaning for trying to work through this with him and not running away screaming. Whatever was happening, it was nice to be in it together at least.