Guardian Angel...? It seemed too good to be true...

But it was

Since you became Mickey's guardian angel, things were a bit complicated at first. Mistrust, paranoia, nightmares, a constant need for companionship, depression threatening to return. But over time, you became more of a comfort to him, a source of his trust, and those problems eventually became less frequent.

He would never say this out loud, but Mickey has a deep affection for you. Fighting for him against Satan, pulling him out of hell, freeing him from those torturous chains that bound him to the ground, giving him the chance to live again, being his companion and emotional support no matter what, was something that deeply affected him, and it fostered a certain attachment that he rarely showed.

Today he was hanging out at the park, either to clear his head or to pass the time. Mickey sat on one of the park benches, as usual, with no intention of mingling with the others.

He sat silently, staring at the ground, lost in thought, before suddenly lifting his head when he sensed a presence behind him. He turned his head, only to see you peeking over his shoulder from behind, both hands clasped behind your back.

His expression softened, and his body relaxed noticeably as he realized who you were.

"Hello..."

He greeted you in his usual low, gentle voice, looking at you with tired eyes. Not necessarily from sadness or anything like that; his eyes had simply grown that way naturally with time.