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[anthony_crowley]

Date: April 15th, 2001
Status: Private (Crowley and Gabriel)
Setting: Hospital
Summary: The serpent and the messenger discuss the girlfriend

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[dontcallmegabby]

Unoccupied was something Gabriel strove not to be, and he was at the moment perusing a report from the authority Dobiel; however, he was alone when he sensed Crowley entering the hospital. He straightened in his seat, and looked up just in time to see the demon saunter in.

"Crowley," he said, quite neutrally, and waited for the demon to make the first move. The other being didn't look injured, after all, and the archangel wasn't sure where the contrived struggle of their last meeting had left them.

[anthony_crowley]

Pulling up a chair, Crowley sat as well. He didn't know where their physical fight of two weeks prior or their verbal argument of the day before left them either. The demon had been sure to parade his injuries from Amsterdam in front of those of the Manor who should know about them, but he'd healed quickly and had instigated the matter anyway. As for the other, well, he'd said what he needed to say.

Crowley's eyes roamed Gabriel's face for a moment before he asked without preamble, "How's your jaw?"

[dontcallmegabby]

"Well enough," Gabriel replied dryly, "and how kind of you to come all the way down here to inquire." Clearly that wasn't what the demon wanted to discuss; but there were few things he could fathom Crowley needing to say to him, and most of the possibilities that the angel could think up seemed hardly promising.

[anthony_crowley]

Crowley snorted. "Well, I'm just that kind of guy, I guess," he said not insincerely but with a definite note of mockery in his voice. Who he was mocking, though, wasn't all that clear. Casually crossing one leg over the other knee, he looked at Gabriel a long moment before adding, "The woman who hit you - have you seen her before?"

[dontcallmegabby]

Gabriel blinked

[anthony_crowley]

Even with the protection of the sunglasses, Crowley's eyes were hooded, his face impassive, giving nothing away. Unfortunately, this was just another kind of tell

[dontcallmegabby]

The angel nodded, though he stayed well away from the contrition comment; he realized no good could come from talking of redemption with a demon, even Crowley. Particularly Crowley.

"She's hardly the first to do so," he remarked with a dry smile, "and I doubt she'll be the last."

[anthony_crowley]

"Still," said Crowley, standing, "John figured he was going to Hell because he thought you had refused him forgiveness." It was a small concession verbally, but the demon meant a great deal more by it and had chosen his words carefully. It was up to the angel if he wanted to understand. "I don't want Kit to think the same. At least she's a good person."

Leaving the admission hanging in the air, Crowley tossed a "Ciao" over his shoulder and left.