The Archangel took her hand, and even though there was a part of him that shouted echoed Re-l's own thoughts--that he was getting too close, showing too much--he couldn't help it. He didn't want to be alone. He couldn't tell Aziraphale or Balthazar.

"How about just some company?" he suggested, striving for casual playfulness with the almost-suggestive lift-lower of his eyebrows.