Yves didn't know or care whether he had paint on him, he was just so happy right now. He almost felt like a fledgling again, his nerves a bundle of energy and he knew it was because Azrael was so happy to see him and everything just felt so right.
"Yeah, he does that," Yves chuckled, following him inside and easily carrying his bags inside. They looked heavy, but angelic powers aside, Yves was strong.
He looked around Azrael's place, eyes sweeping it all in with a half-smile that grew as he continued to look. It just seemed so Azrael, from the motorbike, the furniture, the way everything was set up, all these little things just added together and Yves knew if he ended up in here without prompting and didn't know who lived here, he'd still know it was Azrael's.
"It looks... it looks fantastic, babe. Very you." Yves let out a rumbling chuckle, before pushing his hair out of his eyes. He knew he should probably tie it up, but at the moment he couldn't be bothered. Instead he was just following Azrael into the living room, not even bothering to hide the joy he felt being here, he was sure it was probably coming off him in waves.