[Sam260]

Marshall held onto his coffee, staring into the black abyss as he listened to Cael's theory "Yeah, maybe..." He looked over at Cael, though. Neither of them could actually believe that, could they? Cael had been doing just fine up until about six weeks ago, when they started sleeping together. He closed his eyes and shook his head "Perhaps you should go home, for a short period. I mean..." He cleared his throat and turned to look at Cael, taking the angel's hand in his own "I don't want to get rid of you, that is the furthest thing I would ever try and do... but perhaps going home will give you answers." This conversation felt all too familiar, again. They had had it before, when they first met basically. "I don't want you to lose your true identity, Cael. Not over me." He leaned over and pressed a tender kiss to Cael's lips "You need to continue being an angel. It's your job. What you were very literally born and created to do. Maybe if you went home, you could find those answers... and hopefully return to me. Or... maybe someone could come here?"