Bitty Stark Tower, Saturday Evening
Oct. 26th, 2024 03:23 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
ifwebeworthyA letter had arrived for Don while they'd been in Quebec: a certified letter from the New York State Education Department, which the receptionist or possibly a Starbucks gremlin had signed for in his absence, and now it was safely in his hands (which did rather point away from the Starbucks gremlins) as he sat on the couch and looked at it.
Odin was dead and unable to hear his prayers. Thor was, invisible to anyone else, sitting beside him on the couch. There was no higher power he could appeal to here, so he said, "Here goes nothing," and opened it.
After several moments of just staring at it, he said, "They reinstated my license." Finally went unspoken, but loud and clear nonetheless.
Congratulations, Dr. Blake, Thor said, and then crushed Don's rising joy by reminding him, Now you must transfer it to Maryland.
The smile that had been forming fell off his face. "That--that can't be as hard, can it? That'll probably just be..." Maybe he could get a job in New York and commute by portal? "I'll figure that out tomorrow."
Odin was dead and unable to hear his prayers. Thor was, invisible to anyone else, sitting beside him on the couch. There was no higher power he could appeal to here, so he said, "Here goes nothing," and opened it.
After several moments of just staring at it, he said, "They reinstated my license." Finally went unspoken, but loud and clear nonetheless.
Congratulations, Dr. Blake, Thor said, and then crushed Don's rising joy by reminding him, Now you must transfer it to Maryland.
The smile that had been forming fell off his face. "That--that can't be as hard, can it? That'll probably just be..." Maybe he could get a job in New York and commute by portal? "I'll figure that out tomorrow."
