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[thevulnerability]

This is Chloe. Leave whatever message you want, I guess.

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[hisfavoriteson]

It should be. Only one person gets to make that claim.

I'm glad it's you.

[thevulnerability]

And I'm glad the Devil turned out to be you.

[ Things could have gone so much worse, had it turned out the Devil wasn't a kind man who really, in his heart, wanted to do the right thing. And Chloe wouldn't have loved him otherwise. ]

You should come home and serenade me more.

[hisfavoriteson]

Yes, if you'd gotten one of my siblings instead, it would have been much less fun.

[He plays a one-handed arpeggio before speaking again.]

Should I? I'll be home soon then.

[thevulnerability]

Well, Amenadiel's not so bad. He's pretty hot.

[ She's teasing. And maybe trying to gross him out a little. ]

[hisfavoriteson]

[She wants to go there, does she?]

Seven billion humans on the planet, and I have to choose you. Can I take it back?

[thevulnerability]

Pretty sure it's way too late for that.

[ She might love him, but she's never going to stop egging him on. ]

Looks like you're stuck with me.

[hisfavoriteson]

I was doomed from the moment you walked into my nightclub.

I suppose I can live with that.

[thevulnerability]

If it helps any, I think we both were.

[ He was such a dick and as much as she'll never admit it, she was charmed.

Slightly. ]

[hisfavoriteson]

You know what I think? I think I'd rather be at home with you more than anywhere else right now. I'll be there soon.

[thevulnerability]

Good. See you soon.

[hisfavoriteson]

[Which she does, because he might be fine with using the Porters to travel when he needs to, but he does have faster methods he can use when he chooses to. Like he does right now. So it's barely a minute before he's coming in the door to the house.]

Chloe?

[thevulnerability]

[ That was quick. Not that she's going to complain. And she's not going to question what kind of method he used to get around, even if she suspects. ]

Hey. [ She's sitting on the couch drinking a glass of wine and pats the cushion next to her. ] I missed you.

[hisfavoriteson]

[Most of the time he's fine with pretending his wings don't exist. But some things are worth getting them out for, and she's at the top of that list.]

I missed you too.

[Obviously, or he wouldn't have sent her that message. He settles on the couch next to her.]

[thevulnerability]

[ She puts her glass down, moving to curl up next to him and put her head on his shoulder. ]

How was your day?

[hisfavoriteson]

It was pretty good. There was someone new there today.

Then I went to a bar, had a drink, found a piano, and came home to you.

[thevulnerability]

You had a better day than I did.

[ She sighs. ]

Some kid stole a DVD from a store and then threw a milkshake at me.

[hisfavoriteson]

Threw a milkshake, huh?

You don't need help washing that out of your hair or something, do you?

[Like he doesn't already know that she would have cleaned herself up as soon as possible.]

[thevulnerability]

Hmm.

[ She tilts her head as if thinking it through carefully. ]

It could probably use another rinse.

[hisfavoriteson]

Then it's a good thing I'm here to provide some assistance.