"Thank you, Stephen," Kevin breathes, chip sparking away as it takes the fire out of his temper. The look he's giving Stephen indicates something - he knows that Stephen had probably heard what he said. "And thank you for the acknowledgement."

With that, he turns on his heel, moving off to go and spend a little time praying.

The Smiling God will help him center again.

Maybe he'll even pray for Molotov.