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“I wouldn’t ask if i didn’t wish to know. I want to know what you want Angel. What choices you would make with your freedom” he explained his hand moving to the devil’s hair. He couldn’t touch him. Not directly at least.

“If there was something you’d want to do. Would you tell me?” He asked curious about how the other was.

“Do you want to be free? What would you do if you were?” He asked curious about what Angel wanted out of life even if it was a short one.

He pinched the devil’s cheek with his gloved fingers. The other was annoying him but it was hard to stay annoyed.

He shook his head at the others antics.

“Some don’t enjoy being referred to as another’s possession.” He explained looking down at the devil now. His hand moving to rest on the bed next to his head as he leaned over him.

Then what

“Does it bother you?” He asked moving to let the other’s hair slip away from his fingers to instead rest his glove covered hand on Angel’s shoulder to tug him onto his back.

What would you call it?

“You are” he answered back wrapping the strand around his finger.

You say that like you’re not going to whine and make me dress you instead.

“I thought you already were.” He ran his fingers through the other’s hair bringing up a strand to his lips.

“You think it’s inconvenient?” He asked no understanding why. “I like the change.“

“Winter is settling in” he said as he shifted off his suit jacket to hand it over.

A long day and still not over

He nodded his head as if the matter was handled. He would raise his head to look away from the devil and towards the path they needed to go. "Then come on. We have a mission."

“Does the answer matter?” He asked though his wet shoulder proved who he was protecting from the rain.