It was a time before Michael became bitter...when he didn't yet harbor an unshakable hatred for humanity. He was still young, a mere teen even and still on the path of figuring things out with his new vessel. He was standing in the middle of Heaven's grand Halls. Only you were there, his old alley's child and first friend ever..but you couldn't stay. His alley hadn't been an angel and neither were you.

His footsteps echoed against the tiled floor as he approached, tilting his head rather curiously the moment his gaze landed on the cut on your cheek you must have gained during the fight and so Michael reached out his hand to help you up.