The angel is surprised when he finds his hand caught, looking at it then back up at the demon. Its all still very new, but that fond smile is back on his face, no hint of ever even thinking about being cross with the demon just then.

Lost his best friend. Why does that sound so familiar?

“Well, I would say it all went quite better than expected.” As he holds that hand, brushes his thumbs over his fingers.

Theres still echoes of their confessions in the room. The wordless ones, at least, permeating the air. Oh, it feels new, and it feels wonderful.