"That makes no sense," the archangel mumbled from behind a wall of feathers. "There are others who are beautiful. Others who are sweet or intelligent or whatever you say."

Frankie curled in next to him and Raphael pulled the covers over the dead dog. He frowned when he heard about Uriel's reaction.

"And... Amusing?" He said flatly. "I don't see what's amusing about the situation. That doesn't seem an appropriate reaction however you look at it.

Uriel is beginning to annoy me."

He buried his head in the pillow and closed his eyes, trying to let go, hoping he would wake up without the headache.

"But I still don't get it... you should really just forget about me you know. Less hurt that way. Less hurt if you don't love at all," he said, then yawned.

"Love hurts..."