Marlowe looks up. Sees nothing — but feels a hand on their shoulder.
(whispers) If there’s an angel listening… I don’t need a sign. I just need five minutes where nothing hurts. angelserie
(voice breaking) That’s not how angels work. Marlowe looks up
ANGEL (V.O.) (warm, calm) You asked for nothing. So I brought nothing. No miracle. No answer. Just… company. angelserie
That’s not…