@kclina thinks teasing zad is fun and he’s not wrong.
there were some habits of jay's that the archangel wasted no time in frowning upon -- even dishing out tight-jawed scolds for. the drugs. the drinking. the smoking. an insistence to poison the one body he had despite countless examples of where it would lead him. there were the parties. the sorts of people that the fighter surrounded himself with (his own vessel included). there was his habit of leaping into the fights he knew he couldn't win, in pushing too far.
but then there were other things -- little habits -- that zadkiel could never bring himself to correct him on.
jay's preference for laying around shirtless, for example.
even when he finds the entertainer on the couch in his office in such a state, he doesn't complain. no. the angel pauses for a split second to admire bare skin that's recently been kissed by the sun. one hand has a new coffee in it (his reason for stepping out) but the other reaches to allow a finger to map a line from navel to the center of jay's chest. the motion is thoughtful, slow.
"look at you." there is no hiding it; he can't even pretend to be bothered by the intrusion as he allows himself to smirk down. "you're like a spoiled cat, stretched out and napping somewhere you know you're not supposed to be just because you know you can get away with it."
