"Hmm…"
A low humming sound echoed through the quiet room, soft yet tired. Leo stood at the doorway, his eyes lingering on Raphael and her friend, Azrael, who were sleeping soundly on the bed, their breaths steady but their faces marked with exhaustion.
Especially Azrael, who rested against Raphael, her head buried in Raphael's shoulder. Raphael seemed to be frowning even in her sleep, as if weighed down by Azrael's presence both physically and.... emotionally?
Leo's lips curved into a faint chuckle. It was gentle, almost fond, though quickly swallowed by silence. With careful steps, he pulled the door closed, not letting the hinges groan, and turned away, leaving the house behind.
He slid his hand into his pocket as his feet carried him down the dimly lit street.
