Your words ring through his ears; I’m a fallen angel! I lied—to thwart the will of God.

“Well, yeah, you did, but..” Simon’s head dips to the side a bit, gaze shifting from the waves of the sea to you. “I’m not goin’ to tell anybody.” A beat of silence. “Are you?”

He knows your answer, and there’s inexplicable fondness, immortal ties connecting pasts and futures. A slight huff leaves him. “Then nothin’ has to change, does it?”

Just an angel, that goes along with heaven, as far as you can.