A War God on My Couch

The man other people fear sleeps on her couch and eats from her kitchen. He is supposed to be a war god. He is a guest who will not pay his way. She is tired, sharp, and more amused than she admits. Nobody who would kneel at his name knows whose dishes he is washing. / Pride starts as a joke and becomes a quieter question. With no battlefield he is gentle, and she is the only one who talks to him without the legend in the way. If the world wants its god back, it must knock on her door.