“Then how on earth his he even breathing?” Brennan demanded angrily, “I saw him dead, and yes, we’re all happy, but we want to know how it’s even possible.” Brennan crossed his arms. John was different -so different- from when he died, he wasn’t offended when Brennan was so exasperated about it.
He looks down at John. "The answer is pretty simple. He was kicked from heaven. He was still needed here. In the process he became what I used to be." He looks up at Brennan. "Yes, he was dead. But he came back in an essence."
“How is that simple!?” Brennan shouted again, and John buried his face deeper into Halo’s soft chest, “The mere existence of heaven is debated on!” Brennan threw his hands up in the air, then huffed a breath, “This is all crazy talk. What do you expect me to tell the camp?!”
Halo shrugs. "Heaven, hell, other worlds, it all connects." He replies. "There is always some sort of deity." He runs a hand through John's hair. "He was still needed here. Or he has a purpose to serve. It really depends." Halo smiles a little. "You'd be surprised by how many dead people run on the streets everyday."
Brennan huffed another breath then turned and exited the tent, calling over his shoulder, “Don’t think I won’t come back to ask you more questions, John!” Then his comrade was gone, off to delay whatever news the camp expected him to bring.
John frowned into Halo’s chest, talking with a nostalgic tint to his voice, “He’s just grumpy after Rachel…” After she died, “They really loved each other, but they wouldn’t ever admit it.”
Halo holds the other, smiling softly. His crimson gaze flashes blue for a second as he holds the other, sighing quietly. His blood lust was still high, but not as high. He snuggles the other happily. "She's happy. She misses him though." He mutters, shutting his eyes.
“How do you know?” John asked quietly, lifting his head to look at Halo better. His eyes still dropped, but he didn’t feel exhausted like he did last night. John reached his arms around Halo, only having some pain from his cut arm, and started drawing circles with his hands onto the other’s lower back.
"I'm a fallen, John. I know souls of the dead, both in heaven and hell." He whispers, kissing John's cheek. "I assure you, she's in heaven." He smiles, hugging the other. He liked holding the other. It made him feel peace, happiness and relaxed. "I love you." He mutters.
“I love you too…” John yawned, smiling and bringing one hand up to lightly tug Halo’s face closer again, a slight plea for a kiss on the lips. John decided that he liked being snuggled and cuddled. He loved being held by Halo, he felt protected. It was strange; John wasn’t the protector anymore like he used to be. And John found that he didn’t mind it.
Halo smiles, looking down at the other, his crimson gaze loving. He kisses John gently, running a hand through his hair. "I love you, you dork." He mumbles. He loved holding John, never wanting to let him go. Never again. He smiles. They were both immortal. He kisses the other with a gentle passion. He wasn't the sweet healer he used to be. John didn't mind that. So neither did he.
John melted into the kiss, bringing his hands up to tangle them in Halo’s hair, “What are we supposed to do next?” He asked softly against Halo’s lips, “Where do we go? Where do we fit in the world?” People wouldn’t accept them as an angel and a demon, that just wouldn’t happen, John realized as he curled his wings inwards. Brennan and the camp wouldn’t accept an explanation of just coming back to fulfill something.
Halo looks down at him. "We run, John. Once we are done here, we run." He kisses John's forehead. They would never have a place here. He smiles at John. "There is no need to worry about anything. I promise it'll work out for the better." He nuzzles the other, kissing his forehead. He sighs quietly, holding the other.
John hummed quietly, “I trust you, Halo.” He found himself dozing off again, then scolded himself for being so tired when it was just about noon, according to Brennan. But… John yawned again, sapping off of Halo’s warmth.
Halo smiles, "Rest, John. You need it to regain your strength. Becoming a supernatural and then using your powers… the normal supernatural could sleep up to a week." He says softly, running a hand through Johns hair and kissing his temple.
“You don’t need to tell me twice…” John murmured, cuddling closer and letting tiredness pull him back into a light sleep, despite the growing noise of the working camp. John had neglected to take into account that they’d return to the States eventually.
Halo smiles sweetly, kissing his forehead as the other relaxed into him. "I love you, John." He whispers. "More than anything." He kisses the others forehead and sighs, leaning back as he held John in his protective grasp.
Brennan entered John’s tent a second time -a half hour after his first visit- when he needed to relay more news. This time he was quieter at least, “I was sent to inform you two,” Brennan glanced at sleeping John, “that we’re heading home in two days time. And that I’ve taken over the leadership role for John until then, unless he feels up to it.” And Brennan highly doubted John was in a state to lead -he looked so much smaller when he was curled up in Halo’s arms like that- the camp as they cleaned up the carnage Ojag had left them with. “We can you two more water if you wish to bath,” Brennan added, eyeing at the crusty blood on the clothes.
Halo looks up, his eyes glancing at the other before returning his gaze towards the man huddled into his lap. "I'm afraid we won't be able to join you on the way back home. John and I will never be accepted by society. And like the rest of our kind, we have to go into hiding. I don't wish pain on anyone. But we have been experimented on. I do not wish that pain for John." He whispers, running his hand through John's hair gently. He smiles softly and looks up at Brennan. "That would be appreciated." He says softly.
Brennan frowned slightly, “How am I supposed to tell them that? It was easier to spin the last thing into a miracle, but that? What about his family? How will someone tell them? Mr. and Mrs. Ford will be worried sick!” He shouted, then immediately quieted his voice again as John turned a little in his sleep, “I want to hear it from him the next time he wakes up,” Brennan said, looking at John then turning back towards the exit, grumbling, “Water will be on it’s way.”
He nods and smiles a little. "Thank you, Brennan." He says softly, looking down at John as he slept. The poor thing was in no condition to return home. Yes his parents would be worried, but he had to go off the maps. Halo had tried reaching out to his friends and they had called the government. He sighs and runs a gently hand through Johns hair.
Three soldiers came with the water a little bit after, one of them pausing and staring at the sleeping captain before the second man ushered them out. He glanced at Halo with a hint of fear in his eyes as he said, “There’s your water, sir, if Captain Ford needs anything, all he has to do is call…”
John peeked open one eye -the use of his title wakening him from that light sleep- but the soldier was already gone. He looked at the water the soldiers had left. Getting clean for once would feel nice…
Halo looks at the men, his crimson eyes flashing with surprise before he narrows them and nods. "Thanks." He continues running a hand through John's hair. "Do you want to wash?" He asks softly. He smiles, kissing his forehead gently. "I can wash you so you could continue sleeping." He offers, kissing John's forehead.
John hummed leaning towards Halo more as he replied tiredly, “I wouldn’t mind…” John trusted Halo completely, enough so that he let his entire guard down when he was with the angel. He wrapped both arms around Halo, selfishly mumbling, “You should carry me…”
Halo smiles softly as he holds the other. He kisses John's forehead lovingly. "Sure thing, love." He smiled and stood before picking John up and carrying him towards the water. He kisses John quickly before getting the water and warming it to a comfortable temperature. He helps John remove his clothes, and begins to clean the other off.
John closed his eyes, enjoying the warmth of the water. Normally, even as a captain of the army, he wouldn’t ever get a heated bath, much less someone else bathing him. He blinked lazily at Halo, “I really love you, Halo.”
Halo looks at the other, washing the dirt and grime off him. He smiles softly and kisses John gently. His gentle hands move to scrub off the dirt, smiling at the other. "I love you too, John." He says softly, running his hand along his cheek, smiling sweetly.
John turned a litlle to get a better look at Halo, yawning a tiny bit as he asked, “What do you want to do, when we’re out living on own own? Do you have any hobbies or anything like that?” John leaned his head into Halo’s hand, loving how much they loved each other.
Halo smiles, kissing his forehead. "Not much. I mostly focused on learning medicine." He hums in thought, running a hand through John's hair as he washes the soft locks. "Anything is welcome." He nuzzles the other. He loved how affectionate the other was. "Tired still, baby?" He asks gently.
“Yeah, a little bit,” John smiled at Halo, reaching both hands up to wrap them around Halo’s neck, “Is this how you felt after you fell? Tired all the time?” He started drawing little circles with his finger on the back of Halo’s neck.
Halo nods and smiles. "That's expected." He mutters, leaning into John's grasp. "Yes. When you fall from heaven, you grow tired and weak for a little while. Your strength will return after a little while." He kisses John gently.