He's not looking away, however. Or, rather, now that the angel isn't facing him, the demon's looking down at him on the floor, the softness of his hair, the gentleness of his hands. A missed connection, brought on on purpose, but out of fear, anxiety. It's unclear whether or not he takes in the redness of the angel's ears, as his watchful gaze shares the attention with the demon's own emotions and feelings, and it makes everything quite the mess..

He wonders how long the angel has been thinking about this. How long has he been daydreaming? What amount of time equates to what amount of significance? Meaning? Is there even a concrete answer to concepts so vague?

"I would like to know." Both their words come so quietly now, the scene prepared for them - the quiet room they both sit in, no distractions but the ones they picked - making their words still clear as day.