Father O'Reilly couldn't help it; he laughed, suddenly and not much more quietly than Solomon's hysterical bout from before.
Didn't Solomon and that boy - Renn? - didn't they say Saint Gabriel was disguising himself as an American cowboy? Still in a fit of laughter, Father O'Reilly conceded that on the surface, it all made perfect sense.
But by Solomon's own admission, he was delirious at the time. Far be it from Father O'Reilly to claim someone believing they'd seen God was wrong, but he had no wish to act like a revelation had occurred when there was a strong possibility it hadn't. Although it was strange that he was willing to believe Saint Gabriel had a personal interest in Solomon Wreath, but not God Himself.
The laughter died down fairly quickly with that humbling thought, and Father O'Reilly followed Solomon's gaze to the plastic cup. A little more practical now, though he still shook his head in lingering amusement. "Would you like some help?"
Without waiting for an answer - because Solomon obviously did - the priest rounded the bed, picked up the cup, and held it out so the sorcerer could drink from it without needing to use his hands.
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Father O'Reilly couldn't help it; he laughed, suddenly and not much more quietly than Solomon's hysterical bout from before.
Didn't Solomon and that boy - Renn? - didn't they say Saint Gabriel was disguising himself as an American cowboy? Still in a fit of laughter, Father O'Reilly conceded that on the surface, it all made perfect sense.
But by Solomon's own admission, he was delirious at the time. Far be it from Father O'Reilly to claim someone believing they'd seen God was wrong, but he had no wish to act like a revelation had occurred when there was a strong possibility it hadn't. Although it was strange that he was willing to believe Saint Gabriel had a personal interest in Solomon Wreath, but not God Himself.
The laughter died down fairly quickly with that humbling thought, and Father O'Reilly followed Solomon's gaze to the plastic cup. A little more practical now, though he still shook his head in lingering amusement. "Would you like some help?"
Without waiting for an answer - because Solomon obviously did - the priest rounded the bed, picked up the cup, and held it out so the sorcerer could drink from it without needing to use his hands.