Duma lifted his tea cup to his lips to hide his smile as Azrael fidgeted and fussed as if the silent angel was going to judge him. He was not their brothers, though. Growing to love someone was certainly a possibility, especially if she did not take advantage of him. He'd heard of mail-order brides being really just awful. But that Azrael had challenged Satan for her life? That was interesting.
He only blinked as Azrael continued though they seemed to be blinks of agreement - yes, he knew how his brother was. And then Duma heaved a sigh - though it was toneless, it was still a sound which might have been strange to hear. He tapped his fingers on his tea cup for a moment before setting it on the table. One finger up - one moment - and then he rose from his seat and disappeared into his bedroom.
After a minute or so, he emerged again with a photo album which he held out to Azrael. On the front, it was clearly labeled 'Matt 1990-1997'. The images within were... numerous to say the least. Him with groups of friends but always the same other man with him, just as pretty and lithe as Duma himself was. Polaroid after Polaroid and evolving into something that was clearly more intimate. On one page, there were plastic rings in a bag. On the very next page was a saved schedule for AZT after Matt had been diagnosed with HIV from a previous relationship. Duma likely could have done more to save him, pulled heavenly strings. He hadn't. He knew that mortals died and that was just the way.
But while Azrael was given that book to look through and take in what Azrael was trying to show him and tell him, the silent angel settled by an open window with a lit cigarette, waiting. He didn't want to be close while Azrael looked through the Polaroids. Yes, he knew how Azrael felt. And it was not terra incognita for him so if his brother had questions, he could feel free to ask.