Peter is a constant source of worry. Michael loves him, he does but he makes him worry more than is healthy. He presses a kiss to Peter’s ribs, his free hand moving to rest against the wolf’s hip. “Yeah, well, I’m not healing him. Even if you ask nicely. You’re welcome.”
And in return the wolf worries g r e a t l y for the archangel. Not a day goes by he doesn't. "Nah, the guy deserves his injuries." Peter, however, didnt - of course. His head falls forward, forehead resting on Michael's shoulder.





