God felt the distress of one of his angels instantly. Though this time, it wasn't as it should be. This was the distress of a fledgling, something not even a God in hiding could ignore. What was a doing on earth anyway? When God found him, curled up in an alley way, wings and hair soaked through, the deity frowned and bent down, shielding him from the rain with his own manifested wings. "Mikey.." He'd know his first Angel anywhere. "Come on Mikey, come with me."
Michael did not know what to do. Reverted back to a weaker form, it changed more than just the physical. It made him younger emotionally and mentally. Back to the age when he was needy and incapable. Just around the time when he first had his siblings granted to him. More than just his vessel’s body, but his grace was young. Crooning quietly, he did not know what to do. His wings were too small for flight, leaving him stranded on Earth. Even if he could fly, it was closed off. All he wanted was to go home. Stumbling around, he searched for some way home. Like maybe if he found another angel they would take him there. Naivety was a curse of having his long long innocence returned. Teetering, he was too tired to continue by the time he reached a back alley. Sliding back against the wall, he pressed back against it to try to shield himself from the rain pouring down. It was not enough. His wings were too wet, and his hair drooped in front of his eyes. Hugging himself, he only looked up when something familiar presented itself. Something like home. Eyes darting up to God, his eyes brightened. Completely trusting, entirely vulnerable- a fledgling. Standing under the shade of his wings, he obediently stepped towards him. Reaching out, his fingers gripped at the fabric of his jeans, attaching himself to his leg.