
Two good men
Warren looked at the fireworks, his eyes glistening as he let it hit him. Days of compounded grief expelled from him like sweat as he looked up at the dark sky. The Angel could let himself be weak now.
“Heh… always had to be grand, Emma.”
Warren remarks as he let the tears fall. Hearing the ‘bamf’ behind him, he turned to see Kurt.
Ah… hello, Kurt. I am so grateful you agreed to help Sage. Even if the help ultimately wasn’t needed, I missed doing the right thing for the sake of wanting to be kind.
He spread his wings as he looked back to the sky.
Now… we can deal with the blood and decide if it stays with Sage or if we donate it to a hospital tomorrow. Right now?
Warren offers his hands
You asked me what it was like to fly. May I show you?