he says you’re a good man while wiping the blood from your hands. last week he watched you kill a man who wasn’t even shooting you, and yesterday you shot someone through your half-open car window because they cut you off in traffic, and each time you turned to find him right next to you. he runs a hand through your hair with a touch that is so delicate you wonder how they could call you killers; he kisses your blood-soaked knuckles and smiles wide like those fingers haven’t ended more lives than they’ve saved. you’re half surprised his mouth isn’t full of gold.
an hour ago you were pulling you and him from a lake, jacket around his shoulders, and throwing yourself to a rival crew to keep him safe. you call him midas with a bullet in your mouth, a gun to your head. and, midas saves you, a pair of sunglasses he’s been wearing almost since the day you met him perched on his head. your jacket is big on him and covered in too much blood to be comforting but he shrugs it off and steps towards you, and pulls you in close. when he touches you, you’re half surprised you don’t turn into gold.
you save each other’s lives too many times to pretend like you aren’t both trying to protect the other. you throw yourself between him and an explosion, and when someone points a gun to your head, he’s there. geoff says you’ve gotten soft and maybe you have, maybe the thought of him getting hurt has become the subject of too many nightmares for you to let it happen. and, maybe midas is a sloppy sniper but he has your back, this you know. in the next hour, when he gets shot, you’ll blame yourself for not being there. even gods bleed red. you’re half surprised his veins aren’t gold.
maybe immortality feels more like a curse sometimes, but, when he’s sitting next to you drinking a beer later that night, it feels more like a blessing. he says you’re a good man and god, this beer is awful all in one breath. you’re not a good man, far from it, but you have always done your best to look after him; that has to count for something.
– midas the god where he appears as a killer and a lover but not a god.