. . . Is he the fire?

It would make sense. . . She clearly looks divine.

It. . . Certainly would be difficult to not notice.

He remembers her. Though he’s never come across an angel before, especially considering he’s called a demon.

He doesn’t consider this form horrific. The opposite in fact. “Suki. . . You look different.” His head tilts ever so slightly, yet he remains otherwise still.

“I have a good memory—, I would never be able to forget you. . . Though your change? It’s not bad at all.”

“It would be hard to.” Watching as her wings move of seemingly their own accord, he would nod. “It’s hard to teach an old dog new tricks.”

“I am old—, older than you at least.” That earned a dry chuckle; though the Spartan would finally move toward her, a hand hesitantly moving to place itself on her shoulder. “Despite the physical change? You’re still the same.”

“It’ll take time to adjust. . .” He knows from experience. The surgeries and augmentations they put him through as a kid took awhile to get used to. “I believe in you.”

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“Hm—.” A low rumble escapes the males throat; brows kneading in thought as he attempts to figure out the best way to explain what’s transpired, though he only exhales. “Nothing good.”

“It’s alright—, it’s the cost of being a soldier.” John’s always been a difficult man to connect with emotionally; yet he hasn’t moved away, he’s keeping his presence close.

John pauses. That’s a question he hadn’t anticipated hearing; so he racks his brains attempting to figure it out. “Not much. The Banished don’t leave me much time to rest.”

A sigh escapes. He knows there no use in arguing with her. So of course, he offers a short nod. “Fine. Only for a bit.” A compromise; a short rest in return for making her happy, besides he could use a nap.

The hulking Spartan approaches slowly—; frame shifting to lower down, hands slowly prying off his helmet before his head meets her thighs. When it comes to him, she always gets what she wants. John’s eyes finally close, his body barely relaxing.

For the first time in likely years? John’s managed to actually drift off into a light sleep, his posture relatively rigid yet he’s relaxed. Thankfully it’s because she got him to relax for a change.