They both turned, heading towards their selective vehicles. He'd rounded on the other side of the car, hand on handle when his brother's voice stilled him. "You're doing a good job, you know."

His cheeks were numb and a chatter tried to knock away at his cheeks. Ignoring them, blinking a series of times to try and thaw out the icy feel to his eyeballs, he replied, "What?"

Angel flicked a finger towards the back of the car. "You're doing good. Just thought you might need to hear that." And with that, he yanked open his own door, ducked inside and that was the end of it. As though he'd...