He heads to Prime's world.
"Hey," he says. "I need you to do something."
Cam flops delightedly to the ground and sneaks his wings under her own and hugs her and oh does he ever kiss her.
But he might not notice because kisses.
"So you aren't mad at me," Cam says breathlessly.
Kiss. His tail coils around her leg. "Because I didn't save you and - well, I suppose you wouldn't know how fantastically I made a hash of it when your murderer summoned me, but there was that too - and because I thought if you weren't mad at me you'd probably have been able to get someone to let you talk to your dad and have him summon me."
"Please. I was the idiot that died - did you know how few people employ angels that have no idea how to do anything more complicated than making tunnels? Not to mention - all of my summoners were from Earth. Dad's on the moon. Comm access isn't - that easy." Kiss. "Most of my time was spent figuring out how to be an angel, because no one would let me at a comm that would get me Luna without me being able to mend bones or fix nerves or - I have been doing so much studying, you have no idea."
"Well, you can take a break," Cam beams. "Plot twist, the demons found friendly summoners."
Then the wings go away and he goes back to drawing the circle.
And then there is a portal, embedded in a tree. "Suckiest portal ever, but I don't fucking care!"
"Angel darling, these are alternate universe versions of you, and your brother. There are mes, too. We are the weird genderbent universe."
"Hello! We're a plague of utopias, want to help?"
"Hi, strange opposite-sex version of my boyfriend. And other version of me with the - funky hair?"
Cue Phix coming through and going to stand near her own Adarin. "Welcome to the people-with-wings club," she says, flumphing one of hers around Max.
So does Spring. "So this is the fabled Wyoming," she says. "Welcome to the peal of Bells, Cam."