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[angelicguard]

*is curled up on a stool, legs drawn in close to his chest, chin resting on his knees, in every way seeming to be doing his very best to make himself disappear from view* *normally would employ his wings for such a purpose as well, but they are not visible, their absence lending an especial vulnerability to the pose

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[willwork4souls]

*enters behind him, seeing him quite clearly* *approaches silently, wry smile on his face, and kisses him on the back of the neck* Hello, angel.

[angelicguard]

*jumps, every muscle in his body tensing, and turns slowly to stare at him, just barely uncurling, expression confused and far too vague and full of self-loathing to be furious*

[willwork4souls]

*tilts his head slightly, looking innocent* Yes?

[angelicguard]

...you. The...other night. *is apparently giving up on coherent speech, complete sentences, emotion, or all three*

[spheresconfound]

Gabriel?

[angelicguard]

*curled up even tighter, still trembling from the encounter with Mephistopheles, but looks up immediately, seeming to shrink back*

*shaky and barely audible* ...Michael.

[spheresconfound]

*frowns, countenance gentle* What are you frightened of, Gabriel?

[angelicguard]

*shudders again* Of...of... *trails off, closing eyes, and murmurs weakly* ...I'm sorry.