Open starter - “I’m sick.”
"Don’t say that, Thorny. You two are cute together. It’s just…you know. All the stuff you went through. You’re different now." She blinked, amazed at his speed. "That’s—fine. I keep forgetting angels go fast."
Thorn chuckled, whisking an egg up. “Cute? I suppose.” He grinned to himself as he cooked, humming to himself, and was done quickly. He served up, and carried it out to Cheryl carefully, balanced on a tray with a glass of orange juice.
"Dinner is served."
"Yes, I said cute, and I meant cute." Cheryl groaned as she pushed herself to a semi-upright position on the couch, and gave Thorn a weak smile. "Thanks so much, man. You don’t know how much I appreciate this." She dug into the meal without ceremony. "Oh, this is awesome."
"It’s no problem, you’ve done so much for me and Al, it’s the least I can do." He gave her a small smile, watching as she ate, sitting on the unoccupied sofa, wings folded neatly behind him.