To say the past few weeks spent more or less locked up were difficult would be an understatement. It was likely true for everyone, but especially so for the angel who had once sworn to himself to never fight — let alone kill. It mattered not that the slain creature in question was dangerous and evil. To Noah, going back on the purpose of his existence to heal and protect was devastating. Even days later, he was still affected. Stepping foot outdoors seemed to provide some solace however, which led to remain perched in his spot, time escaping him until it was now nearly dusk. He was unaware of anyone else nearby until someone seemed to notice his presence and move to leave, prompting him to speak up. “You don’t have to go.” Clearing his throat, he continued on more solemnly. “Actually, it’d be rather nice if you stayed…”
Hunter had been trying to comfort the seemingly distressed boy-- but he’d never been very good at feelings and stuff himself, so he’d mostly been just sitting in an awkward silence trying to find any meaningful words to say that wasn’t just regurgitated bullshit from a positivity blog. He was about to get up and leave the boy alone, but paused in his tracks. “--Oh?” Hunter started, looking back at Noah. “Are-- are you sure? I can give you some space if you need--...”
