Friday fails to dramatically flinch away.

“Dude, not... cool? You’re totally gonna break one of the lamps or something. I mean, like, if you wanna start breaking lamps and stuff that’s like, fine, whatever, but Lucas super wanted this to be boring and stuff so I dunno that you’re being supportive.”

“... the power of Christ compels you?” he says, not really expecting it to work. 

“Lame.”

He does several more one-handed backflips back in the direction of the kitchen, still carrying an increasingly dizzy Lucas.

... the overall situation was unusual, but not entirely unprecedented. He had hoped that Lucas would develop a keen moral character and an intimate relationship with God, before his trials, but the world did not always arrange itself as he preferred, and he could hopefully salvage something from the situation.

He goes to hang up his coat; a hand snatches it from him and disappears into a closet before he can locate a coat rack.

His wife’s coat stays on. They follow Friday into the kitchen.