𝐌𝐔𝐋𝐓𝐈-𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐄

"Ah, thank you," David replied, keeping some good humor in his voice despite a potentially grim topic. "And you as well. Collecting warriors, are we? Am I being recruited for something, Mister...?"

"Not at all, my friend." The alien utters, a warm and jovial tone to the way he speaks, yet a firm authority and confidence to it that seems to contrast that youthful face. He's so much older than he looks. "I'm Rassilon." He introduces himself courteously, offering a nod of his head in greeting, though notably doesn't reach for the man's hand. That's a human tradition, one the Time Lord hasn't experienced just yet. "I'm simply travelling. A... wanderer, you might say."

“Do you really think I’d grass you up?” Eve teased, grinning as she turned to face him. Her hand reached for his arm, brushing against it gently in greeting. “You know, I like that phrase better than snitching. Sounds much nicer in your accent. And for the record, I wouldn’t want to make you cry.” She glanced around before leaning in to kiss his cheek. “You doing ok? It’s not too much in there?”

"Naw, but... doesnae hurt to be careful, eh?" Jock teases her right back, unable to stop himself from smiling at the gentle touch of her hand against his arm. "Aye, well, no' everyone seems to agree wi' you there. Ah'm pretty sure most folks think mah accent makes me sound perpetually ragin'." He does smirk at the thought, he's not an angry person, never has been. He's honest, blunt, dry-witted and endlessly sarcastic, but never angry, not without a great deal of pushing. If he does get enraged, it's for good reason. At the kiss, he snakes an arm around Eve's waist, not caring if others notice. He's too old to be sneaking around like some schoolboy. "Laugh a fuckin' minute." The Glaswegian notes in jest, letting out another low smirk as he runs a hand down his face. "Fancy a takeaway when we get hame? Cannae be arsed cookin' the night." Notably, he doesn't go into further detail about how his shift is going.

Robby rolled his eyes at the other. "He's like a baby deer, he needs to circle a few times before he commits to contact."

"So, my nephew's fuckin' Bambi?" Jock realises how that sentence could be taken. "Right, no fuckin' him, but... you ken what I mean, he's Bambi." One day... one fucking day. "Any tips then? Dinnae tell me ah've got tae lure the poor lad in wi' candy or somethin'? Ah'm no' that scary, am I?"

"It felt inappropriate, given I knew the answers. And I did not take out loans to attend." Castiel waited for the last of the students to file out of the lecture hall before continuing. "I've been meaning to see what you've carved for yourself. Forgive my absence, life has been... difficult."

"My star student." Michael muses with a warm smile as he steps closer, more than a little delighted to see his younger brother there. He can't help but approach him, arms open, pulling him into a genuine embrace. It's so human, but it's something he's come to enjoy in his time there. "Come. We can talk in my office." He promises as he steps back, a hand lingering on Castiel's upper arm. "You can tell me everything."

NOAH WYLE as PETER BARRIS At the Gates (2022, dir. Augustus Meleo Bernstein)

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VERSE: I ASCEND THROUGH THE ASHES  Having resided on Earth for several years, now at full strength, Michael has fully adapted to living amongst humanity. Now living in an apartment, dressing tidily and smart, he earned a PhD in metaphysics and is now a Professor teaching philosophy at a university, where he focuses on the philosophy of religion, going by the name: Professor Michael Esiasch.

Michiel Huisman as Sgt. Eric ‘Prince’ Haas ECHO 3 (2022– ) S01E10: Heat