"I think you'd do rather well with domestic." He teases lightly.

He walks down the hall with a shake of his head and a smile on his lip. He couldn't stand the crushing guilt or the terror that snuck its way through his veins, but at least for the moment, he could pretend everything was fine.

"All right, all right. One destructive glitter bomb will be made. Just one. If we can find the right materials then we might have a fighting chance for whatever Hell throws at us next."