Zeke's face turned red for a moment, before he shook it off.

"Ah... ahem... yes." he said.

"I'm here." he told her.

"So... uh... how are we doing this?" he asked. "Which is to say, how do you get home?" he clarified.

"Do you drive, use mana, something else?" he asked further.

"That's fine..." Zeke responded.

"Hella nice ride you got here." he told her.

"Like... super nice." he went on.

"Musta shelled out quite a bit for it." he continued.

"You into cars or something?" he then asked.

"Ah, yes." Zeke replied.

He then paused for a moment, thinking about it.

"Why a medic?" he asked.

"Why did you decide to get into the medicine field?' he asked further.

"Anything in specific?"

"......" Zeke was silent, and sighed.

"It's a place for me to be." he said.

"And by that, I mean it's a place where I can BE me." he then clarified.

"...see... my existence can be considered a crime against heaven." he told her. "Granted, the one upstairs has severely loosened the rules on that, but... it's still a VERY new change." he went on.

"I wouldn't fit in with my 'uncles', as they really don't like my existence, I don't really fit in with the other angels, as themselves and archangels really don't see eye to eye..." he continued.

"And the mortal world is REALLY not a place for me. I'm a Nephilim. In the end, there's really NO place for me... or at least, nobody thought there was... until I was scouted out by Ty, and brought to Sharp's attention." he then said.

"At the Unit, my talents can be put to good use... and I won't be judged for what I am." he told her, a small smile on his face.

"What about you?" he then asked. "How did YOU end up working for Sharp?"

'She can relate to that...?' Zeke wondered.

'What does she mean by that? How can she...?' he wondered further.

"I see." he said.

"Well, it was very fortunate for you to have found Sharp." he told her. "Or, rather, for him to have found you." he then corrected himself.

"Also, it's good that your life was saved." he continued.

"I can't see the Unit medical wing functioning without you." he chuckled.

Zeke was silent for a moment, and then sighed.

"Hm." he mumbled.

"Yes, some of them that work there have a bit of a superiority complex." he lamented.

"Hopefully they see reason at some point." he went on.

"Yeah, you do SO much for the Unit, overall, it seems." he then commented.

"....." Zeke was silent as Angela said that last part.

"Issues?" he asked.

"What sort of issues?" he asked her as he followed.

"Mechanical issues or something? Because I'm not certified or anything, but I AM handy with a tool kit." he told her.

"Or is it something else?" he then inquired.

"...something you'd rather not talk about, for whatever reason?"

"..............ah..." Zeke stammered for a moment.

"I... ah..." he stuttered further, before shaking his head.

"Right." he said.

He then followed her into the house, but she saw that his gaze was determinedly fixed on the soft lights... until the door was closed, anyway.

"You... have a bunch of fae in the area?" he asked.

"What...? How... is that possible?" he asked her.

"......" again, Zeke was stunned.

"I, uh..." he stammered.

"Well, if it would be an inconvenience, then I... guess going OUT to dinner can be changed to staying IN..." he then managed to say.

"It depends on what 'too long' is." he commented to the one called Abby.

"Going out to dinner can take... a few hours. I don't know if that's over your limit." he told her.

"Either one is fine with me, I suppose." he then added, scratching the back of his head some, his mind racing with questions suddenly.

Zeke was dumbfounded.

And his eyes gave it away.

"Woah." he said.

"Woah, woah, woah, woah, woah." he repeated.

"Just... just hold on a second. Back up." he told her. "I just witnessed a barrage of information, and I need a few seconds, to process this and organize my thoughts." he said.

He then proceeded to be silent for a moment, concentrating, before he took a deep breath, exhaled it slowly, and looking right at Angela.

"Firstly, let's get the smallest thing out of the way." he suggested.

"I'm cool with ordering in pizza or something." he told her. "Hell, I'll even pay for it all, regardless of what's ordered." he offered.

"Secondly.... you.... you have a child???" he then asked her, obviously wanting to shout out his exclamation, but reigning it in because of the info he'd heard about a sleeping child.