The hallway was silent except for Angelus's slow, steady breaths. He sat with his back against the door, legs stretched out, fingers drumming against his knee.
He wasn't sure how long he had been there, minutes, an hour but he didn't move.
Cassiel, ever impatient, let out an exaggerated sigh. "Alright, this is getting sad. Are you really going to sit here all night?"
Angelus didn't look at him. "If that's what it takes."
Cassiel studied him for a moment before rolling his eyes. "You're hopeless." With that, he turned on his heel and walked away, leaving Angelus alone in the quiet corridor.
Angelus sighed, resting his head against the wooden door. His mind wandered back to all the moments with Davon; the small glances, the quiet loyalty, the way Davon had always been there, even when Angelus hadn't noticed how much it meant.
