Michael smiled slightly, one of his hands wandering up to tangle his fingers in Raphael's hair, thoroughly enjoying finally being able to do so. He loved Raphael. Raphael loved him. This was almost too perfect to be true.

"It's quite okay, Raphael," he said softly, looking down at the other angel leaning against him, very much enjoying the feeling of Raphael taking support in him. "There wasn't anything to forgive. It's only natural for you to feel like you did."

And once again he meant every word he said. He had been upset, yes, but never mad at Raphael. He couldn't be, not ever.