Fletcher turns his head away from Richard just so he can eyeroll without Richard noticing.

"Right. Fine. Anyway," topic change to distract Richard from his oncoming jears, "I'm gonna get an apartment. You're welcome to come stay with me if you'd like. Or until your ankle heals up and you can... go off and do whatever like a wee baby bird." Fletch looks down, absently picks at a nail. "But I think it's probably a good idea for you to be with someone until you get your footing here. Pun not intended, but convenient."

Much as this archangel hates to admit it, he's not himself if he's not watching out for someone. It's kind of weird, going from taking care of an entire country to a handful of people who he doesn't even know very well.