“I can help you, if you’d like.” He was hoping to give them a moment alone, and soon he was following his brother into the kitchen. He was speaking in a whisper now. “That doesn’t prove anything. It’s one person.”

Raphael leaned against the counter as Michael cooked. He didn’t really understand human recipes, though he did like to indulge in them. “Why did you wait if you could have healed me this whole time?”

“There is, he’s done it before but he does’t want to anymore.” Raphael shook his head and took in a sharp breath. Of course he wanted to help people, but he still didn’t truly believe he could on the greater scale anymore.

He looked at him with nothing but confusion. “The Creator?”

“Michael are you alright? You don’t seem yourself.”

“I don’t believe that for a second.” He shook his head and sighed. He knew his brothers

He’s just watching him from the door way— he dislikes human music especially something so…loud.

“By all means, don’t let me stop you from destroying our living room.” The angel shook his head and let out a sigh, still leaning against the doorframe.

“Lucifer…” He pushed himself off the doorframe and crouched infront of him. “Darling.”

“Lucifer, what is happening?”

He didn’t know how to help him. He knew he couldn’t use his power on angels, much less a fallen one.

Raphael wrapped his arms around him and held him close. “I’ve got you.. I’m sorry.. I’ve got you.”

Raphael knew he couldn’t technically heal him of anything but he could atleast send the warmth through him that comes with it. He held him close, trying to soothe him.