𝕮𝖗𝖔𝖜𝖑𝖊𝖞

Despite his protests right now, he'd like that. He'd like it for the future to just be this, just them, just peace, just a continuation of all those times they could halfway forget they were on opposite sides. Except they aren't, anymore, which should make it so much better.

The angel purses his lips, taking a moment before he actually answers. Which, ironically, should be enough of an answer by itself.