There it was- slightly sniveling, downtrodden, but it was the Angel he'd committed himself to, hitting him like an arrow through his almost-atrophied soul. He reached out to set his hand under Zeke's chin, tilting his head up to try and get him to open his eyes.
"Then say that next time, dearest. Tell me what you mean. Say you miss me, for fuck's sake. Ashmedai is dead. You don't have to act this way, anymore."