"Okay, fine," he says, shifting, rolling his eyes a bit. "It'll heal weird if you put stitches in it. Does that make you feel better?"

He shifts again. He's still high on something like adrenaline, which is probably for the best, because the crash is gonna hurt like hell. Angels are warriors- they're meant to be able to fight. He hasn't done it in so long, it just feels like he's woken up old muscles that are sore, but aching to be used more.

"It was three months, by the way," he adds, tone a bit softer. "For me."