Michael was quietly pacing around the lounge, a half-unwrapped candy cane in his hand. He lifted it up to smell it on occasion, but he didn't move to eat it just yet. Of course, he knew what it was, and that it was edible, but he'd never eaten one before and he wasn't sure he wanted to. He stared down at it, flicking it back and forth curiously as he waited for Zoe to wake up so he could question her.

For some reason, his mind kept flashing back to Ella. To the hug - And the weird feeling that it had given him. Maybe it was just a normal reaction to hugs? Michael honestly wouldn't know. The archangel frowned, pausing for a moment and turning around, continuing to pace.

"When you see my face, hope it gives you Hell, hope it gives you Hell," he mumbled, humming a song he'd heard on the radio - A song that, honestly enough, reminded him of Lucifer. It was probably just the "Hell" part of it, though - Anything related to Hell made him think of his younger brother. He sighed, glancing toward Zoe, then away again.

He eyed the coffee maker, tilting his head slightly and turning completely to walk over to it, silently pulling the half-full (half-empty?) pot out. He swirled the liquid around for a moment before simply lifting it to his lips and taking a sip from it. He didn't swallow, yet, holding it in his mouth for a good few seconds before swallowing, biting down on his tongue to keep himself from breaking down coughing.

"That's more bitter than Decker," he huffed, chuckling a little to himself and putting the coffee pot down, rubbing the back of his hand over his mouth. The archangel was restless - While he wanted to stay and wait for Zoe to wake up, he also wanted to go, go do something more interesting. Like pick on Lucifer. Yeah, couldn't he just go do that?

Michael sighed, lifting his gaze to the ceiling. "I understand wanting me to stick around and watch Sammy, but why order me to work with him?" He mumbled, mostly to himself. He wasn't really questioning his Father, but he was extremely confused as to why he had to be at Lucifer's job, specifically. But, it was what his Father had told him to do, and he would carry out His orders as He wished.

The archangel sighed and ducked his head a little, looking down and watching the necklace around his neck swing back and forth. A smile tugged at his lips, amber eyes tracking the movements with ease before he reached up and clasped a hand around the cross, stopping it from swinging.

This was his chance to prove himself to his Father, why pass up an opportunity like that? Michael could never understand how Lucifer so blatantly ignored God's orders, how he rebelled against him. The archangel, at least, a part of him, was couldn't help but wonder if it was him that pushed his younger brother to do what he did. Michael's smile faltered, turning into a frown as he stared down, running his thumb over the cross absently and closing his eyes. Centuries of teasing and taunting and, Hell - Bullying his younger brother, Michael wouldn't be at all surprised if everything he'd done to Lucifer had assisted in pushing him so far over the edge.

Michael grimaced, glancing away from the cross to stare at the coffee pot, completely silent now. He hadn't wanted it to go as far as it did - He hadn't wanted his brother to full-on rebel. He'd just wanted Lucifer to act out enough for God to see he wasn't the perfect little son He'd chosen as His favorite. Well, Lucifer had definitely done that… But even now, Amenadiel of all angels was God's favorite. Or, at least, that's what He said. Michael still had a feeling He favored Lucifer - And wanting him back in Heaven? Michael hated the idea with a passion, but he wasn't willing to stand up and disagree with his Father.

Michael knew his Father had only sent him because he was the only one who intimidated Lucifer enough to get him to agree to come back to Heaven. But he also knew this could be his chance to prove himself.

I'm better than them, the archangel thought, staring down at the cross once more. I won't get attached to humans, and I won't disobey Him… So why am I still not… He shook his head, not allowing himself to finish the thought. He took a deep breath and straightened up, turning back to check on Zoe, who was still asleep.

Michael sighed, staring for a moment. He let go of the cross, letting it swing back into place and shoving his hands in his pockets, turning his gaze away once more. He stared out the open door, watching people pass by silently. Humans. Humans that, he stressed, he was not going to get attached to. There was nothing wrong with them, of course, but humans and angels couldn't mix. Lucifer was playing a dangerous game as it was, and Amenadiel had been for the longest time. Though, seeing as he wasn't an angel anymore…

Michael sighed, about to turn back to the coffee, but he paused when Zoe started to stir. The archangel went still, amber gaze flickering back to the girl for a second. "Good morning," he mumbled, turning around and picking up the coffee pot again.

"Detective Saint?" Zoe mumbled tiredly, exhaustion slurring her words. Michael hummed, staring at the pot for a moment before reluctantly grabbing a cup, knowing it would look weird to the human if he continued drinking it straight from the pot. "Good morning… Do you need something?"

"I just had a question," Michael responded, filling the cup halfway and taking a sip, putting the candy cane down. "Why'd you kill your sister?" He spoke quietly and calmly, taking another sip of the coffee and turning around as he swallowed.

Zoe's face had paled considerably, and her eyes were wide as she stared up at Michael. She looked absolutely petrified, as if she'd just seen a ghost.

Michael felt a twinge of sympathy, but his expression didn't change. Finally, Zoe just whimpered and shook her head, tears flooding her eyes. "I- I just wanted it to stop, I just wanted her to stop!"

Michael ran his tongue over his lips, glancing toward the open door uncertainly before turning his gaze back to Zoe. Great, she was crying, and Michael didn't do well with tears. And the sadness blazing from the girl made him feel sick. "Ah…" The archangel grimaced. "Don't, uh… Tears… Um…"

Dad help me, I suck at this, he huffed, setting the cup down and walking over to sit on the couch beside her. "Just try and relax."

Zoe just sobbed, shaking her head and rubbing her tears away. "I didn't mean to," she insisted, her voice shaking. "I just wanted her to stop."

"And Ashton?" Michael asked carefully, eyebrows pinching together.

"L- Liorah's boyfriend," Zoe choked out, sucking in a sharp breath. "He was- He was just as bad as h- her, I- I just-" She stopped, looking up at him. "Am- Am I going to go to jail?"

Michael hesitated, meeting her gaze quietly. Then, sighing, he lifted his gaze to the ceiling. Instead of responding, his eyes sparked up, flames flickering through his pupils as he turned back to Zoe, holding her gaze. Almost instantly, Zoe started to relax, tears drying as she blinked at the archangel. "Yes."

Zoe's lower lip trembled, but she just nodded, looking down. Michael sighed, running his fingers through his hair and offering her a small, comforting smile. "It'll be a lot better if you just turn yourself in," he said quietly. "And, Zoe?"

Zoe frowned, tilting her head and meeting his gaze.

"Ask for forgiveness."

"From…" Zoe blinked, shaking her head in confusion. "Forgiveness from who…?"

"God," Michael told her simply, standing up and reaching a hand out to help her up. "Confess your sins and ask for forgiveness." You don't deserve to go to Hell.

Zoe stared at his hand for a moment before nodding shakily and reaching out, grasping his hand quietly and allowing the angel to pull her to stand. "Confess my sins and ask for forgiveness," she breathed, closing her eyes for a moment.

"You'll be just fine," Michael promised, letting her hand go to pat her shoulder, squeezing gently before leading her out of the lounge. "I promise."