For a long time Michael didn't know what to say. He reached the bed, placed Raphael onto it and spread a blanket over the other archangel, trying to occupy himself somehow while his mind was busy processing the explanation given to him.
So Raphael had exaggerated the fight. The dishonesty did upset him a bit -- he always told the truth to Raphael, after all, and expected the same in return -- but figured that it could wait. Well, he didn't know how much of a difference there was, but that hardly mattered. After all, despite his anger he hadn't actually attacked the demon, right? Raphael himself did know the whole story and thus could figure out whether there was enough of a reason for him to attack the demon. That wasn't his concern right now.
However, to hear that Raphael had actually been the one threatening the human with a gun... There his understanding simply ended. He wasn't mad at Raphael, no; he knew wrath and the desire for vengeance better than most angels -- perhaps better than any other angel. But, like witnessing Raphael's rage the first time, hearing of this action of his beloved flled him with a mix of confusion and fear he wasn't sure he wanted to examine further. Some deeper part of his mind was genuinely scared, terrified even, and although he suspected he did know the reasons for that fear he refused to think about it.
"It's okay," he said softly, burshing a stray lock of hair gently away from Raphael's face. "It's okay, love. I understand." Except that he didn't. He didn't understand a thing.
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So Raphael had exaggerated the fight. The dishonesty did upset him a bit -- he always told the truth to Raphael, after all, and expected the same in return -- but figured that it could wait. Well, he didn't know how much of a difference there was, but that hardly mattered. After all, despite his anger he hadn't actually attacked the demon, right? Raphael himself did know the whole story and thus could figure out whether there was enough of a reason for him to attack the demon. That wasn't his concern right now.
However, to hear that Raphael had actually been the one threatening the human with a gun... There his understanding simply ended. He wasn't mad at Raphael, no; he knew wrath and the desire for vengeance better than most angels -- perhaps better than any other angel. But, like witnessing Raphael's rage the first time, hearing of this action of his beloved flled him with a mix of confusion and fear he wasn't sure he wanted to examine further. Some deeper part of his mind was genuinely scared, terrified even, and although he suspected he did know the reasons for that fear he refused to think about it.
"It's okay," he said softly, burshing a stray lock of hair gently away from Raphael's face. "It's okay, love. I understand." Except that he didn't. He didn't understand a thing.