"Oh, balls." He rubs a finger over a closed eyelid, cursing at himself for giving away information that didn't need to be given away. He aborts the gesture after a moment and tucks his hands into his jacket pockets.

"Someone from my universe came through and he filled me in. He didn't know a lot, but he knew enough." He smirks, trying desperately to keep this light. It's not like this is an old wound yet. The very idea of the angels Falling still makes him want to crumple in on himself. "Lucky me not being at the ol' homestead when it went down or I'd be a splat on the pavement like the rest of them."