Morningside Cuesta your ex-lover is dead

He was grateful that the golden boy seemed to understand, his touches becoming more innocuous, friendly. Zamael gave him a genuine smile, feeling more relieved than anything. He was too shaken by events of recent days to be intimate in any way; he wanted to close himself off, to be alone, to be silent.

He could be silent with Prince Charming. He pretty much had no choice.

"Walk for a little while with me," Zamael offered, the vulnerability clear on his face. "Keep me company. Maybe you'll get me rambling again." Probably not, but there was always the possibility. You never really new when Zamael would go off on some tangent. It was just his way.