[Too late, she realizes that... none of her current friends know she's here. Hell, none of her friends know how much this church means to her and how safe it makes her feel. Cliché, obviously, but that didn't make it less true. It had been where she'd spent her first few weeks in the City, where Damian stayed when he was having family troubles, where she and Heine had spent time in silence with one another during his short stints in this world. Nothing but good memories are associated with this church (her church, where there aren't services anymore but people still came around now and then because they've heard that some days there was a real, live angel inside).
Once the fire gets going, she shuts the little glass door on the stove and slips off her coat, hanging it on the nearest chair as she lets her wings stretch and flap a few times before settling. It takes her a moment to turn to him and shrug, rubbing at her right arm with her left hand, a nervous habit she's never successfully managed to break. If he meant the apartment in the MAC, the answer was yes. But she can't stand to be there alone. It's not the same as the church, it doesn't feel as safe.]
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Once the fire gets going, she shuts the little glass door on the stove and slips off her coat, hanging it on the nearest chair as she lets her wings stretch and flap a few times before settling. It takes her a moment to turn to him and shrug, rubbing at her right arm with her left hand, a nervous habit she's never successfully managed to break. If he meant the apartment in the MAC, the answer was yes. But she can't stand to be there alone. It's not the same as the church, it doesn't feel as safe.]