The Waffle House kept going. Humans kept trying. Not gracefully. Not consistently. Not with the kind of composure Heaven liked to pretend mattered. They tried while hungry. They tried while tired. They tried in the middle of embarrassment, heartbreak, and shifts that ran too long, conversations that should have ended but didn’t, and nights that had gone sideways hours before. They made food. Shared it. Stayed. Apologized badly. Laughed too hard. Came undone in public and were gathered back together by caffeine, comfort, or somebody saying honey like it still meant something altogether more divine. Gabriel watched them with that same softened attention. At last they said, “Humans keep trying.” Michael nodded. “So did we.” Gabriel was quiet for a beat. Then, softer still, they said, “So do we.”
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