A small cafe in Paris, Monday Evening

[dawn_bearer]

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[dr_jwilsonmd]

As much as he'd given Aziraphale a hard time for such shifting of reality, between the two angels, he'd become used to the gesture and simply smiled as he stood up and grabbed his coat.

"I'd love to," he said, accepting the offer with playful grace.

Grabbing his coat up, Wilson shrugged into it and moved to fall in step beside the Lightbringer. He wasn't particular about where they went or where they ended up, after all Paris was known as a beautiful city and besides, it was more about the company.

[dawn_bearer]

And Lucifer did not care to take him to any of the more... tourist filled spots. A walk towards a nearby park, however, was more his style.

He walked in a comfortable silence, occasionally glancing over at the mortal.

[dr_jwilsonmd]

There seemed to be so many things he wanted to say, words that tumbled over each other, desperate to be spoken before the moment was lost and Lucifer was gone. But while they all rolled forward to the tip of his tongue, Wilson swallowed them all and instead maintained the comfortable silence.

After all, it seemed fitting that the way they started in the perfectly peaceful fall of the snow should be the way they came to part. However, this time -unlike back then- Wilson did walk a step closer and at some point, he threaded his arm through Lucifer's.

There was sadness in him, he was mortal and he couldn't not feel but he was making every, struggling effort to embrace the change not in the terms of loss but in terms of the rare joy he'd gotten to experience.

[dawn_bearer]

Lucifer did raise an eyebrow at the arm around his, but did not make a move to pull away. "I should hope you come here again with Aziraphale."