Komorebi

[Supernatural Lawrence Keelan]

"Where do you want to go?" Look, Laurie was a hunter and an ex-demon, not exactly the most equipped to take care of an angel child.

[Angel Qingying]

“Here is fine?” He opened his mouth to take a bite of the sandwich, but hesitated, head-dipped, plate still held in mid-air, staring at it.

[Supernatural Lawrence Keelan]

Oh, great, here is fine. Yeah, here is just fucking dandy. Laurie heaved an almighty eyeroll and gestured at the plate. "Go on, then. It's not the most nutritious thing. We'll go shopping later."

[Angel Qingying]

“Shopping?” That seemed to interest him.

[Supernatural Lawrence Keelan]

"Yeah, you know. Food, clothes, that kind of thing. You can't live on bologna sandwiches." Laurie gave him a smile, spare but at least he tried.

[Angel Qingying]

He watched him for a couple of moments, and then gave a tiny smile, more in his eyes than his expression. “Thanks.”

[Supernatural Lawrence Keelan]

"Yeah," Laurie said, honestly entirely unsure how he was going to handle this situation. "Sure."

[Angel Qingying]

He lifted a finger of his left hand to give the sandwich a soft poke, still seeming to be deciding whether he was going to eat it – and at the rate he was going, the sandwich was going to go mouldy before he did.
“What do you do?” Qingying turned his head to ask Laurie. His wings had slowly stopped glowing on the way to the motel.

[Supernatural Lawrence Keelan]

"I'm a hunter."

[Angel Qingying]

“Mhm,” he nodded, as if he knew this. “How long for? And how long did ‘it change’?”

[Supernatural Lawrence Keelan]

"Long enough." This wasn't a conversation he was going to have with a kid, so he firmly changed the subject. "The lore says that angels can smite demons. Is that true?"

[Angel Qingying]

He blinked at him.

[Supernatural Lawrence Keelan]

Laurie held his gaze.

[Angel Qingying]

“Why do you ask?”

[Supernatural Lawrence Keelan]

"Like I said. I'm a hunter."

[Angel Qingying]

He tilted his head.

[Supernatural Lawrence Keelan]

Laurie took another swig from his flask. "Eat," he repeated.

[Angel Qingying]

He cast his gaze over him. “You’re injured.” It was a little soft.

[Supernatural Lawrence Keelan]

"What? No I'm not," he dismissed, even though he plainly was.

[Angel Qingying]

His gaze rested on him a little longer, before lowering, as if he knew Laurie might not appreciate that. He held out the plate slowly, meeting his gaze once more. “You should eat.”