[He thought he was safe in the dark, but now he flinches at the sudden kiss. It has been many years since anyone had touched that shoulder so directly, but if he close his eyes, he can still hear the sound of snapping bones. His fingertips reach for Break's lips, gently blocking their path to his shoulder. Uriel, he says, and the word is enough to make him melt. He feels surprisingly peaceful.]

Mister Break, it is all right. I mean...

[I don't want to hurt you. The truth is that he believes he is always asking too much from Mister Break. It is not fair, is it? He has problems of his own. Human problems, he reminds himself. There is no need for him to deal with any of this. No human, except for young master, has ever made him as happy as Mister Break has. The least he can do is keep him away from the terrible mess that is his relationship with heaven. One day they will both age and die. Shouldn't Uriel help them live the lives they deserve while there is still time?]

...I mean, it is not. But how else would I ever be able to meet you?

[He kisses him again and, emboldened by the darkness, starts trailing a path down Mister Break's delicate throat. ]