"Yeah. This is what I meant." He smiled a little, stroking Bael's cheek. "I can wait until you're ready."

Bael kissed John tenderly. "More, please." He nearly whispered that he loved John, but some sense told him to be still.

It was all so terribly confusing. One moment, Bael was in Heaven and the next he was in a place he'd never been before. It was His will, he told himself as he looked around in awe. Yet he couldn't help but be a little anxious.

What was this place and what was his purpose?

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... I hate my typist.

I never understood His mercy and grace until now.

*is, for once, at peace with himself*

*is just here, sitting and being broody*

... I really fucking hate my life.

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Well. He's back. I'm fucked.

There was an baking accident. Totally a baking accident. In conclusion, baking accident.