"Woah, hey--I like it rough, but there's a time and a place," he protested, but still weakly, still softly, with a grin only a shadow what it should have been. It wasn't until he was actually sitting down that his legs decided to give up the ghost and quit on him. He didn't even have the energy to stretch them out.

The archangel wasn't paying attention to them, though. He stared at the blanket with a blink. "Hey. It's still around."

His had vanished, but he wasn't sure when. Though, that did make some sense, he decided after a moment. When he'd been experimenting he'd found that some things dissolved more easily if he overthought them, like his intent got in the way of the creation and made it stumble. Like stopping to think about an instinct and then forgetting the next step. He'd snapped hers up without really stopping to think, unlike his, and blankets? Not exactly complicated.

"Now if only the friggin' bridge had had the good manners to do the same," he mumbled, automatically eating the apple slice she'd given him. That had been far more complicated. Relatively speaking, anyway. He'd had to actually build it in his head. Pretty sure it had just been too big, though, and not that he'd gotten anything wrong.