The walk back to Bethany and Eve's house stretched out before him, a million miles of doubt. There would be anger and hurt from Eve; but worst of all there would be questions. She'd want to know why exactly he hadn't checked in to see her, why he and Bethany supposedly had "marital difficulties" so great that Bethany would ask him to leave them alone.

For once, the Voice was speechless.

It was unnerving, really. He'd faced the most vile, evils ever imagined but he was nervous to meet Eve. But Reaper had told him the story Bethany had told her had worked and there shouldn't be any snags, but who could blame him for his anxiety?

Metatron was absorbed in his thoughts and didn't notice the people coming towards him on the sidewalk.

"Holy shit man, there he is!"

Metatron's head snapped up at the voice.

There, not twenty feet in front of him, were Jay and Bob, with Eve between them. They stared at each other for a moment, both completely dumbstruck. All were quiet for a minute, but then Bob, of all people, broke the silence.

He nudged Eve forward and said, "We'll leave you two alone for awhile."

Bob turned back down the street and pulled Jay by the arm. Jay, for all his lewd, vulgar commentaries, cared a great deal for Eve and was reluctant to leave her alone-even with a man he knew to be a former seraphim and protector.

But Bob won out, and Jay left Eve and Metatron alone. They had barely noticed the struggle between the two, they were too focused on each other.

Eve came forward until she stood before him, and looked into his eyes. "Dad?"

The corners of Metatron's mouth quirked up in a small smile. "Yes, Eve." He said quietly. Eve's eyes were swimming with tears and she lashed out with both arms, wrapping him in a crushing hug.

Metatron was sure that Eve had probably rehearsed some kind of speech for this particular moment, but it dissolved as she started crying against his chest. Metatron stood there, holding her against him as great sobs wracked through her body.

After a few minutes, Eve straightened up and calmed down. "Oh, I'm sorry! I'm just so…aw, I got my tears all over your shirt-"

"That's alright dear, I don't much care for this shirt anyhow." Metatron said as he swiped a stray tear from her cheek. "Now, would you care to talk some? There's a park, we could grab a bench and talk for a bit."

Eve sniffed, "Yeah, ok."

Metatron lead her across the street where they quickly claimed a park bench. He was right, Eve was full of pain and anger, and most of all, questions. However, they weren't the questions he'd feared. Her inquiries ranged from "Where were you born?" to "How did you and mom meet?". He was happy, Eve didn't seem to interested in the past, she wanted to move forward.

"They seem to be getting along well, don't they?"

"Yeah, they do."

Reaper stretched her wings and glanced over at Bethany, who had a few tears coursing down her cheeks. "Oh, mortal, why must you cry?"

Bethany wiped the tears away. "It's just, I always knew he'd make her happy."

Reaper rolled her eyes. "Happy. Yes, happy she is and happy she will remain. But we must leave them."

"So soon?" Bethany pleaded.

"I'm afraid so. But do not worry, Metatron will take care of her." Reaper said.

Unseen by all others, Bethany and Reaper disappeared while Metatron and Eve happily reunited.