When she got back, she saw that Uriel had already finished what she'd given him.

"Welcome back." he said.

"And do not worry about it." he told her.

"Family is important, and I know it's hard for you to keep worrying about your brother like you do." he said further, before pausing a moment.

"Ah well, shouldn't be a surprise I know that." he went on.

"An angel's an angel." he reasoned.

"He doing all right up there?" he asked her.

"Mm." Uriel mumbled.

"Indeed." he said.

"And yeah, a few things, I suppose." he went on, looking around the room.

"You're pretty durable." he complimented her.

"Seriously, you took a bit of a beating from that gang, and were then hit by that electricity." he went on.

"It's impressive you didn't pass out."

Uriel sighed.

"Sad. But true." he said.

"The world is filled with narrow-minded bigoted individuals that wish harm on those that are different." he commented.

"But apparently she thinks that the human race is still worth something, and can maybe redeem itself." he went on, looking generally upwards.

"So, by her will, this continues, one can say."

Uriel smirked a little when she asked her question.

"Firstly, it's impressive and amazing that you've managed as long as you have, especially with you and your sibling living on the streets for 9 years." he told her.

"You really ARE a tough one.'' he said.

"Also... yeah." he went on.

"You heard what I said. What of it?" he asked with a small smile.

"Well... that's a fair enough assumption." Uriel responded.

"And I suppose it could be seen as correct, but... naw." he said.

"She's a female." he confirmed.

"She's done well with the position as well." he said further, to which Aimee looked confused again.

"Oh yeah, there's been previous people that held the job." he told her.

"They got tired of it, found a suitable replacement, and... well... retired."

Uriel just chuckled.

"Yeah, I'll bet it's a bit much to take in." he said.

"Hell, if you want, if it's too much for you, I'll erase your memories of this." he told her.

"The conversation, at least." he clarified.

"Oh, and just so you know, your assailants are getting their just desserts." he then said, seemingly out of nowhere.

"Where they are, it's... a might warm." he chuckled.

Uriel just smirked again.

"I thought you'd like to know that." he said.

"As for you having the info, I don't care." he told her.

"It's whatever to me." he said.

He then got up and stretched out, his wings instinctively coming out and spreading across the room, and coming dangerously close to whapping her in the face.

".....oops." he muttered.

"Sorry about that." he said, withdrawing them.

Uriel froze when she touched the wing that was close to her. His face turned a little red, and a goofy smile spread out across his face, before he shook his head quickly.

"Eh-heh, thanks." he said.

"Yeah, they're strong, but softer than most anything on Earth." he told her.

"Sleep on a pillow of these, and you'll have a comfortable sleep the rest of your life." he chuckled.

"Take a few of the end ones. They're close to moulting off, anyway."

Uriel tried his best to hide the fact that he liked her touching his wings, and for the most part... he managed it. He then cleared his throat when she finished, and nodded.

"Fair enough." he said.

"At any rate, odds are I should be going." he told her.

"I can't stay down here for very long, and... barrier or no barrier... I'd rather not draw unnecessary and unwarranted attention here." he reasoned.

-6 months later-

Over the past six months, Aimee and Uriel had met a few more times, and they seemed to be getting along... decently. Uriel was a little distant, and seemed like he was a bit hesitant to keep things going... but inevitably, he always ended up staying for as long as he dared, before putting her in the timeframe of danger.

Right now, Aimee was rather wishing for his company, as she was home alone. Vincent was in Sweden, gathering some rare herbs for someone, and her brother was at his specialists, getting some semi-annual tests done for his narcolepsy. So she was home alone, craving company.

And she would get it... just not the way she wanted. For a male... one that was slightly shorter than Uriel, but just as built, wearing clothing that was shockingly similar to his, made his way to the front door. The big differences were that his hair was dark brown, and his eyes were the lightest shade of grey, but they would still be able to pierce anyone with their glare.

He paused when he reached the door... before knocking on it... loudly, and authoritatively.

The man just silently looked at her for another moment, seemingly sizing her up.

"No." he replied.

"I am not looking for Remmington, and there's no message needed for you to pass on." he told her.

"In fact, YOU are the one I'm looking for." he then said further, his eyes narrowing, and his voice acquiring a very dark and ominous tone.

"We need to talk." he told her.

"NOW."