“You should have come to me,” he murmured, his eyes glancing at the angel’s wings, the once bright white, now dirty and tattered with dirt and old blood. He doesn’t know if angels have a supernatural ability to heal fast, but he hopes they do. “I told you, you’re more than welcome to stay with me; you don’t have to stay in that rundown building.”   He should have known something was wrong when his friend didn’t show up to their usual meeting spot at the time they normally do. He worried about the angel’s safety constantly. Yeah, he knew they could take care of themself, they always have. The worry still lingered, especially tonight, when they showed up with minor injuries.   Their usual meeting spot had a view of Blüdhaven that was breathtaking from a rooftop. It’s one of his favorite spots to go. Not only that, it’s the exact same place he met the angel that very night. Call him a hopeless romantic and a sap, but it’s a special spot for him.   “Stay still. I'm almost done." he softly said, trying to be as gentle as he could as he cleaned the old blood of his friends wings. Thankfully, he had experience patching up his own wounds, which came in handy for this moment.