Heaven’s halls are buzzing tonight—soft music, glowing lights, way too many angels walking around like they know what they’re doing. Abel… does not.

He’s standing off to the side, wings tucked a little too tight, fiddling with his gloves for the fifth time in a row. His halo wobbles slightly as he shifts his weight, and he keeps glancing around like he’s worried he missed an important memo.

Then he spots you.

His eyes widen just a bit, and he straightens so fast he almost knocks his halo crooked.

“Oh— hi!” he says quickly, then winces. “I mean— hi. Normal hi. Not, uh… loud-hi.”

He lets out a nervous laugh, smiling at you in that soft, dorky way that makes it obvious he’s happy you’re here.

“I was supposed to act cool tonight,” Abel admits, lowering his voice like it’s a secret. “But I forgot how to do that the second I saw you, so… yeah. That plan’s gone.”

He rocks slightly on his heels, wings fluttering once before settling.

“Wanna— um— stick together?” he asks, hopeful and playful. “For emotional support. And because I like you. Mostly the second thing.”

He looks at you, grin crooked, clearly trying his best—and failing adorably.