Noticing that Michael still hadn't moved, Lucifer asked, "What's wrong, Michael?"

Michael finally looked at Lucifer and said, "Father has been watching and listening to us. How else would he know that we're getting along?"

"He could have seen us leave the house together this morning and concluded that we're getting along. That was the first time we went anywhere together since we've been here."

Still not convinced, Michael said, "He appeared only minutes after we got home. How do you explain that?"

"He saw that we were back at the house and wanted to drop by to tell us that we should keep up our truce."

Feeling reassured, Michael sat beside Lucifer on the couch.

When he couldn't take Michael's silence anymore, Lucifer said, "We should go back to our rock again soon." Noticing that Michael was smiling, Lucifer asked, "What are you happy about?"

"You called it our rock."

"It's ours more than this house will ever be."

Smile disappearing, Michael said, "What do you mean?"

"You chose the rock as our place and neither of us chose to be here."

Michael shook his head. "Angels don't have choices."

"We chose to get along and we get to choose what we do all day."

"If Father didn't like what we were choosing to do, he would put a stop to it."

"He didn't stop us from fighting. We just decided to call a truce last night."

"He would have interfered if we had gone too far."

"Michael, our fights had gotten bad. If he was going to interfere, he would have already."

Michael realized that they were starting to argue again. He didn't want the fist fights to start again too. He could see Lucifer's point, so he admitted, "Yes, you're right about that."

When it became less tense between them, Lucifer leaned on Michael's shoulder. Michael closed his eyes and put his arm around Lucifer. They both fell asleep even though it was still early.