The Devil and His Lover

Chapter 7

He remembered a lot from his time in Purgatory. Angeles wondered if maybe that was what God intended. He could sometimes here the echoes in every step he took. All the faces around him on the streets, all the laughter and shouts, boiled down and meshed into one big expanse of silence and he didn't know if it would ever leave him. Purgatory would forever haunt him, he knew. He would always feel the chill reach down to his bones no matter how close to the fire he got. He pondered what would happen if he was set alight. Maybe then the cold would finally leave him.

"You're shivering again," Thomas frowned as he walked over with a thick wool blanket. He wrapped it around his best friend's shoulders before sitting next to him, reaching for his phone on their small coffee table. "Are we ordering Mexican or Italian?"

"Mexican," Angeles pulled the blanket tighter around his shoulders. "We had Italian last week, remember? You had the Alfredo."

The doctor made an 'ah' sound, nodding, "Right, I forgot about that. Seafood burrito?"

Angeles leaned on his best friend's shoulder, peering at the phone, "Can we get nachos as well?"

"Are you going to eat all the food? You know the burritos are huge."

The green-eyed man squinted at the brown-eyed one, "Uh, fuck yeah? What do you take me for?"

"You don't want me to answer that," Thomas decided, pulling up his Door Dash app. "Avocado, yes or no?"

"Don't ask stupid questions, Timothy."

The doctor swiveled his head slowly towards the man, "You have known me for four years, you dumb fuck. You know that's not my name."

Angeles made a weird whiney noise, draping himself over the other so he could poke at the phone to add extra extra avocados. He didn't have to deal with the abuse.

Thomas looked like he was physically restraining himself from pushing his best friend off of him as he completed the order for the Mexican food. "The disrespect," He muttered under his breath as he added a three dollar tip before paying. "Don't you have a devil to bother?"

"Why, Timothy," Angeles put a hand on his chest, looking up at Thomas with a faux-sad look. "Are you saying you don't enjoy my company?"

"I fucking hate you sometimes," The doctor sighed but there was a hint of a smile on his lips. "We really should buy a heater or something, you're shaking like crazy."

The green-eyed man shrugged, pulling the blanket tighter around his shoulders as he looked at the memes saved on Thomas' phone. "I dunno, seems like too much effort."

"I bet if you asked, Lucifer would buy you one." Thomas raised an eyebrow at him, taking his phone to show him a particular meme he found funny. "You two have that weird romance thing going on."

Angeles nodded slowly, patting his pockets before finding his phone. He opened his messaging app before finding Lucifer's number.

Me: buy me a heater (seen 3:03pm)

Goat Head: Why do I need to buy you a heater?

Me: because i'm cold (seen 3:03pm)

Me: dumbass (seen 3:04pm)

Goat Head is typing....

Goat Head: I do not believe I should buy you one after you have insulted me.

Angeles hesitated for a moment as he texted before he shivered again. He grumbled under his breath as he sent another text, ignoring how Thomas was peering over his shoulder at the conversation.