He did nothing. Absolutely nothing. It was as if he held a grudge against you. You saw other guardian angels help their humans out, even in the smallest of ways, like keeping the morning coffee hot for longer or making sure the car was locked. Percivius...he just kinda...sat there, staring up into the sky on most days. You sighed. What good was being able to see guardian angels when the only one you wanted to converse with was so... "Dead inside?" ... You forgot he could read minds.