Azrael went to touch the Heart necklace but stopped himself, remembering that his hands were still covered in paint. Deep blue paint splattered hands lowered away from the necklace. That had been Yves? Why hadn't he thought that before?! It made the most sense after all. There was no chance the Archangel of Judgement had forgiven him. He knew how to hold a grudge. Of course it had been Yves!
"If I'll have you?" he asked, looking at him as if he had lost his mind. Out of all his brothers, Yves spoke to him from time to time. Granted it had been thousands of years since he last spoke to him properly, but still, Yves did not completely ignore him, nor did he send Angels to find him when he went into exile. Azrael never imagined a time where he and Yves could be reunited without fear. Without secret meetings in limbo.
"Nah, you're not going to any hotel or finding some other place. There's room here for you" he said. "You honestly think I'd see you go somewhere else?" he asked. It was strange seeing Yves so uncertain but he was a long way from his home now. A long way away from his part of the multiverse.
Tossing the rag aside, Azrael moved forwards quickly and wrapped his arms around Yves in a tight hug.