Oraxael's smile faded almost immediately.  He studied Azriel for a moment, noting the softness of the angel's features, the almost innate sense of goodness and innocence that radiated from his form...and seeing it, Oraxael desired it.  Almost unconsciously, he leaned across the table, placing a hand gentle on the angel's cheek, and then kissed him, softly, unexpectedly.  When he pulled back, he was surprised to find that tears had formed in his eyes, which he blinked away hurriedly.<br/><br/>"I...I'm sorry," he stammered, uncharacteristically startled by his own actions.  Had this friendship grown to mean so much to him?  His heart hammered at his chest, and he quickly averted his gaze.  What had he been thinking?  He knew the answer almost immediately.  He knew that what he had to tell Azriel would likely end things between them, forever.  The pain of that thought must have driven...<br/><br/>He tried to catch his breath, and he feared to see what Azriel was going to do next.