"Always did." The words just spill out of him now, centuries upon centuries of their being held back now suddenly ended, and he couldn't stop if he tried, which he doesn't. "Always. Since the blessed garden, even, that first day on the wall when you thanked me and asked for my name and sheltered me with one of your wings. That long, angel."

And then another kiss, another, maybe they'll tell his side of the story better than these words do. None of it seems to be enough.