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[ That's good enough for him. The question, he decides, is warning enough - so one moment they're standing in the foyer of the house, the next they're on the first floor landing, with no pause or portal for travel between the two places. In front of them, the door to Loki's room.

Stephen stands with his arm vaguely lifted, a handhold she can... well, probably have to duck for actually, but it's there if the sudden shift in location has unsteadied her. And easy enough to ignore if it hasn't.

He goes straight on with talking, like they've just taken the stairs and not a very short cut. ]

Here's his room. I don't tend to go in there without due warning, but if we stay out here and peer in I doubt he'll notice when he gets back.

[ Stephen Strange, tentatively trying to respect the privacy of the child-god he's been charged with. ]

[hevenly]

[ She ignores the offer of a handhold, being sure enough on her feet to steady herself. Adjusting to the shift in balance that comes with this form was something she did a long time ago. It comes as naturally to her now as her own form— something she regrets, but finds useful all the same. ]

I will not invade his privacy overmuch.

[ She leans across the threshold, peering at the room as though a cursory glance over the clutter of a teenage boy's life might give her some insight. But overall, she seems satisfied that the room is well enough appointed to meet Loki's needs, and withdraws with a nod of her head. ]

How is he taking to the arrangement?

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[ Turning to lean against the wall as she inspects the room, Stephen folds his arms in patient waiting until the few moments later when Angela's face reappears to nod her approval. Well, good. He's not had any official visits from whatever agencies consider themselves responsible for child welfare, so he'll consider the sisterly nod of approval good enough. ]

Fine, as far as I can tell. We give each other our space, as I promised him, and I'm available if he needs me. Most of the time he's either at school or in his room. We'll eat together sometimes. It seems to suit him alright.

[hevenly]

I am glad for the boy to have companionship, and guidance.

[ When she'd met the spell-created version of him, in her own world, she had seen a loneliness in him that she recognized from her own childhood, as the only wingless girl in Heven. ]

Does he have many friends his own age?

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[ That's a good question. They don't exactly talk about either one of their personal lives much, but - and Stephen's expression here does a brief turn into exasperated amusement with just a hint of resignation: ]

He banded together with a bunch of kids from school to open up a cursed pocket dimension in the basement not too long ago, so.

[ Maybe... maybe. ]

[hevenly]

[ ...What. ]

A cursed pocket dimension.

[ She looks somewhat surprised, but then, knowing Loki, perhaps she oughtn't be. ]

The matter is resolved, I hope?