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Grigori seemed pleasantly surprised to see a fellow angel actually approve his decision. There were plenty of people that told him how grateful they were for his work, but most of them were from Hell. Seeing Anthony's response was a refreshing change. "Oh, thank you, but I was only looking out for an old friend. Still, it's nice to know I'm not completely hated right now." he smiled.

Grigori's expression instantly softened. He remembered when he first heard of Nikolai as a Sin and his path of destruction. The first thing he felt was disbelief and shock. There was just no way that frail, scared man he met at the gulag was now a high commanding Sin of Hell! And then he heard of the things Nikolai did, and he felt his heart break. Nikolai did all that because of him. In a way, he felt as though it were his own fault. If he had just stayed alive then maybe this plague of pain would have been avoided...
The angel's eyes quickly brightened when he heard Anthony's offer. "America? I'd love to!" he beamed. He had always dreamt of going to America, he even learned English for it as soon as he was put in Heaven! But they never allowed him to leave because they wanted him to become an archangel. Well... He was sure that Foster kid could handle things for a day or two.

"Tomorrow? That's pretty soon, don't you think?" Grigori blinked. Well... He couldn't pass up a chance like this! In the end, he looked down at the hand extended towards him and took it, allowing the smaller man to lead him to the superior.

Mikhail was busy trying to talk down a murderous crowd of people that were pissed about Nikolai's verdict by the time Anthony came back. The blonde angel turned his head when he was called and scowled at the former priest. "What do you want now? Can't you see I'm busy?" he scolded and shot a glare at Grigori before looking back at the crowd practically breathing fire at him.

"America?" Mikhail raised an eyebrow before remembering what that was about. He looked at the hopeful look in Anthony's eyes then looked at Grigori, who gave him a sheepish smile. They originally denied Grigori's wishes to visit America because Nikolai was there, and destruction would certainly follow if they ran into each other. But if what Grigori said was true and Nikolai actually rejected him... "...Fine. I'll see what I can do tonight, but if I hear that something happens, I'll make it to where you two never see each other!" he said.

Mikhail felt his eye twitch. It was so hard to remember that this cheerful guy was once some bitter, reserved priest.
Meanwhile, Grigori laughed lightly and slid his arm out of Anthony's grip. "I'll pack on my own, Anthony, it's fine. It'd be awkward for you to be in my home, anyway." he chuckled and ruffled the man's hair. "You worry about yourself. I'll meet you in the morning, okay?"

"That would still make it awkward, Anthony." Grigori chuckled. "Just because we could be neighbors doesn't mean you can come into my personal space." He moved away and started heading to his place. "I'll see you tomorrow! Thanks for the invite!" he called out and jogged off.