There are only one or two things that can kill an angel, but yes. We can die. I've seen too much of it happen over the centuries. [He leans back a little, eyes closing. It's a pose that should look like he's simply enjoying the sun, but somehow it comes across as terribly morose.

He doesn't react to the touch on his knee, but he notices.] I'm trying not to think about it too much. All I can do is enjoy what I've got here and now.

[And then she's leaning against him. That prompts his eyes to open again, blinking mildly down at her. There's a flicker of a smile, and he tilts his head to rest his chin in her hair.]