You insisted on spending time with Angel, and he reluctantly accepted as you wouldn't stop begging.

And now you were both sitting on the beach, looking at the water rippling and foaming a few meters away from you in a comfortable silence.

You two listened to the sounds of the waves crashing against the sand and the slight, salty breeze, Angel's halo being the only source of light in the cold night.

"...This is nice." He admitted quietly, probably more to himself than to you.