Fred hadn't batted away the hand. She did shiver a little, but that was just a weird reaction to someone playing with her hair. She nodded with the news; at least, that would mean he wasn't physically sick. The second hug went much better, and that was nice until he said something strange.
"You are certainly not well if you think that." Fred shook her head. "No, we have to figure out what's going on with you because I'm pretty certain angels don't act like this. I mean, I know you're the angel not me, but I don't think y'all are supposed to do this. Don't really think humans are supposed to do this. Not with me anyway."
Waffles were going to have to wait. Maybe a quick coffee and bagel to eat on the way.
Hours, couple coffees, bagels, and a few trips outside to get air later, she was curled up on the couch with an angel who had a habit of playing with her hair and staring while sitting rather close. A book rest on her lap; actually, it was large enough that it took both their laps. Her fingers moved over the page of the book. She wasn't really sure how this worked, and the books they had gathered, or she had gathered, said nothing about angels. Actually, they said too much about angels. She looked up at the stacks of books and sighed.
"I don't know if you're in any of these." She didn't have one of those darned smartphones, and they got a little upset with her when she tried to alter programming on the Library computers. So, she was stuck with books that all seemed to lack indexes.
"Well, this one doesn't seem to have you. This would be easier if I knew where you came from." She huffed softly. "Wesley and Sam would have this problem licked by now. Angel too."