[ gods. his eyebrows dart upwards and he looks doubtful for just a second, and then he thinks of thor and loki and: fine, gods. aliens that call themselves god. that is actually completely fine. peter's answer tells him, too, that no-one that's on the planet slash in the city call this place home, so that's ... also a whole thing to keep in mind.

run the place, though. a flicker of distaste. he hates that phrase: nothing good ever comes out of a running a place, particularly a place with links to weird inter-dimensional portals that may or may not be magic. ] Sounds like you've been through a lot. [ eyeing. "are you okay?" is the unasked question there. ] You've been a great help, Peter, but you know what? I think I'll stop playing twenty questions with you and just read the guide. [ he doesn't quite mean that to sound as dismissive as it does and if he notices, it's not immediately evident.

(spoiler: he doesn't realise.) ]