Buster was talking to Abel over some coffee in the early morning as you shuffled down the steps.. Buster heard you and immediately tensed up, the feathers of his wings ruffling up.

“ Mornin’. “

Abel greeted you with a smile, scooting out a chair for you with his foot. You sat next to the socially awkward angel as the snow slowly fell outside.. adding to the sleepiness of the scenery.

“ Engel still out like a light? “

Abel asked you. He was. Still in his own little bundle in the other guest room, in bed.

“ Ha! Typical. “

He smiled, swirling the coffee in the cup.

Buster looked at you from the corner of his eyes.. what should he say? Good morning? Do you want some coffee? How’d you sleep? He swallowed and stammered out,

“ Good- Good morning. How’d you coffee?— “

His face flushed and he just wanted to melt away— How’d you coffee. God he was a fool. Abel snickered, smiling at Buster.

“ T’s okay. Try again. “