Davian gradually slumped deeper into his seat the longer Paxton talked. His brother wasn't going to just let it go. Not that he expected him to. However Davian's pout came to a screeching halt when Paxton pointed out that Ambriel would be in danger. It was always the trigger that worked the best for Davian, even more than naps and orange juice.
Davian threw Paxton an alarmed look. Ambriel was always confident and bold, always knew what he stood for and he never wavered once he committed to something. Davian remembered one of his earliest times spent with the angel was after a terrifying flight and the threat to drop him off the tower if he didn't give his word that he'd never step food inside the castle's chapel again. Something something having sex in the window alcoves and choir loft and bragging about it. Davian believed completely that Ambriel would've gone through with it and dropped him if he hadn't promised.
Now, of course, their relationship was vastly different, but Ambriel was no less intense. That kind of intensity wouldn't last long in the real world. Davian knew that. What he didn't know was how to keep Ambriel safe from the shitheads of the world who didn't bother to try and understand his lover. The entire school misjudged him. If Davian couldn't open the minds of the already in-the-know supernatural community in the school, people who should be tolerant of the different races that came through, he had no hope of finding them a safe place in the world where they could also be happy together.
"I don't know what to do." He admitted to his brother. It wasn't the first time he'd said it, or the last. "I-- I never thought-- I mean, fuck! A demon doesn't belong outside a commune, like some fucking outcast. I'm not built to survive like that! And Am--" Davian stopped himself from saying Ambriel's name, not wanting to draw the angel's attention. He'd worry and blame Paxton for upsetting him. "He doesn't know what to do either."