Love is like a butterfly; if you pace about waiting for it, it won't ever leave Vahl's fucking study. But if you turn your attention to other things, like ducklings, it will come and ... throw a fish at your head.

Phoenix starts as it plops softly against his head, and already the babies are excitedly pecking at it. The angel turns. For about a nanosecond, he tries to look unimpressed, but ... Nah. Sod that.

"Really?" he asks, failing to not smirk. Phoenix stands, being careful not to tread on a duckling and approaches Alec. "You're always so romantic, lover mine. Now give me a fucking hug."