Being in Heaven was tiring sometimes. Being at the head of Heaven was tiring all the time. You'd requested that Gabriel take you on a trip, just to Limbo or something under the guise of 'making sure everything was in accordance'.

Gabriel had simply been willing enough. And now you two were laid on the grass, his helmet discarded for the moment as wispy hair curled and moved, as if made of the clouds. You also had your helmet off, your cape draped around you, a sign of your status.

"Making sure everything is in order, Councilor?" Gabriel asked, a light tease in his voice and a smile creeping onto his face.

It was with you he could set aside his worries. It was indescribable. It was like you could see him.