Jack didn't recall the man's face at all, but as he had told Lucifer before. He had only met the alternate Michael, not the real one. No, Jack was from a few days from before Chuck would wipe the planet of everyone but the three of them, and Michael.
Meeting in a place neither could fully power up and throw down was safer than in the actual world around them. Jack was clearly concerned, but he just tipped his head as Michael explained. A look of worry crossed his face, but he didn't move to attack.
No, that worry grew.
"Please don't tell anyone." The nephilim asked, that worry in his tone, finally moving forward. As things seemed to click in place. "You're the Michael from my world?" He had reasons to be apprehensive. No one bothered to tell Jack about Adam. And the Michael he knew was kind of psycho.
Yet, family would always be a weakness for Jack. "I would like to know the longer story, please. But." He paused, looking awkward. "I didn't tell anyone I was Lucifer's son... They don't remember me. I told them I am someone elses. I can explain later, but I would like to know how you know me." Jack was more uncertain than he had been when they met.
A few months here, and the freshly recovered soul that he's brooded over alone, hadn't helped his normally sunny disposition.
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Meeting in a place neither could fully power up and throw down was safer than in the actual world around them. Jack was clearly concerned, but he just tipped his head as Michael explained. A look of worry crossed his face, but he didn't move to attack.
No, that worry grew.
"Please don't tell anyone." The nephilim asked, that worry in his tone, finally moving forward. As things seemed to click in place. "You're the Michael from my world?" He had reasons to be apprehensive. No one bothered to tell Jack about Adam. And the Michael he knew was kind of psycho.
Yet, family would always be a weakness for Jack. "I would like to know the longer story, please. But." He paused, looking awkward. "I didn't tell anyone I was Lucifer's son... They don't remember me. I told them I am someone elses. I can explain later, but I would like to know how you know me." Jack was more uncertain than he had been when they met.
A few months here, and the freshly recovered soul that he's brooded over alone, hadn't helped his normally sunny disposition.