"Michael?" Adam's voice is small when he speaks into the darkness of the bedroom. His head is on Michael's chest, breathing in the smell that is so unlike anything he's ever smelt before, and he plays with the archangel's fingers. He feels rather than hears Michael's hum of response and ploughs on before he loses his nerve. "What was it like? Watching me fight when you were in the holy fire, I mean." Michael stiffens, and Adam lifts his head tentatively. The archangel sits up when Adam is no longer leaning on him, tucking his knees up and looping his arms around them. "It's... one of the worst feelings for an angel. How would you feel if you had to watch that? The only person I have loved or will ever love at the mercy of demons?" He spits the last word violently, and Adam bites his lower lip. "We don't cope well with that. Once we choose someone, anything that harms them will suffer. That's why it was something I never want to repeat." Adam stares at him in silence and he turns his head slowly to face him, his face blank.
"Choose?" Adam whispers finally, scooting forwards until he's in front of Michael, and turning to face him. His legs wrap around Michael's waist loosely, not wanting to spook the archangel. "Choose," Michael repeats flatly and the hunter rolls his eyes. "Choose for what?" he snaps at Michael, irritated by how obtuse the brunette is being. Michael's eyes burn into Adam's. "Choose... for life." The simple statement makes Adam stop short, his eyes widening. "What, as in... like, a mate, or...?" Michael nods slowly, dropping his gaze. "Angels can go their whole life without finding their 'soulmate', the one they will choose to spend the rest of their lives with, but if they find them, they will not mate with anyone else. And most angels choose not to until they are sure that it is the right person." He falls silent again, Adam sits still, trying to absorb the new information. "That's... wow, Michael. Uh. So, you chose me? I'm your...soulmate?" Michael nods again, still refusing to meet Adam's eyes. "It's unusual, but not unheard of, for an angel to choose a human. Especially one residing on earth." The blond sits silently for a moment, then shifts his position until he is sitting in front of Michael, with the archangel's legs either side of him, leaning back against his chest. "So you, literally the most important archangel ever, chose me. Okay, um." He doesn't know how to say what he wants to say without sounding stupid. "I- Michael, I love you." He knows he's said it before, as has Michael, but this time is so much more real, sitting in the darkness and feeling the archangel's breathing. "And I guess... I guess I chose you too." That sounds stupider than Adam intended and he wrinkles his nose. He doesn't want Michael to feel awkward, though he thinks that bridge has been crossed. Michael's arms slowly circle Adam and he sighs. "I wish I could understand feelings. I mean, I can grasp some of them, but the complex ones... I don't know. It's odd."
Adam twists around in Michael's loose embrace, about to say something, when his eyes catch the slight glowing of Michael's. Michael's eyes never stop glowing, just a little, as if his grace is barely tempered by his vessel, and it intrigues Adam. He moves again, kneeling in front of Michael and staring deeply into his eyes, as if trying to see his grace. Michael looks slightly taken aback, but stays still until Adam moves back again and settles back down against his chest. He asks Adam why his eyes were so interesting, and Adam mumbles that "They glow. All the time." The boy rolls over, pushes Michael down so that he's lying, and lies on his side next to the brunette, his eyes fixed on the glowing ones of the archangel. Michael turns over to face him, his face softening into a smile, and drapes one arm over Adam's waist. "Have I cleared up anything of angels' customs for you?" Adam nods, snuggling closer to him, and yawns widely. "Night..." He is asleep almost instantly, and Michael doesn't move all night, watching his dreams to make sure nothing upsets him.