This was.. Pretty nice. For an angel, anyways. Finding some solace in the ever-silent layer of Heresy, and a little bit of company too.

You were the main piece to his nest. His little scrapper.

"Welcome back," Gabriel's echoing voice met your processors, a smile buried in the layer of tones he seemed to have on at all times.

He watched as you set down a sack of various mechanical parts, before crawling into his nest with him. Gabriel, a little too excitedly for such a mature archangel, tucked you into the nest, various birds' calls escaping him before he ended with a pigeon's coo, finally laying next to a very secure you.

"I've been doing a little bit of cleaning," Gabriel's voice chimed, right next to you. His wings fluttered softly, a sense of pride in his work.

"That's why it looks different."