It was strange, trying to explain the concept of Skulduggery's particular meditation to someone else. He'd tried to teach it to Valkyrie once, for fun and because she'd asked, but she'd quickly grown tired of it. Skulduggery couldn't exactly blame her. There wasn't a reason to learn it when sleep was fairly automatic and served the exact same purpose.

"Relaxing isn't that difficult," he eventually tried. The constructs of Gabe's human disguise would at least be somewhat similar to what they were based off of. Hopefully. "Close your eyes and just... breathe. It's much easier when you don't have to do it all the time, believe me." Would holy water help? Skulduggery didn't see how, but he made a mental note to ask Fletcher for some later.

The detective could, however, see where God was coming from. Gabe did have a tendency to let things bother him too much. It was good to see God and Skulduggery were of one frame of mind on the subject. So to speak. Skulduggery was forced to wonder for a brief moment if comparing yourself to God was considered blasphemy.

"Then focus on something." Skulduggery didn't try to take his hand away, not when Gabe was clutching it the way someone might clutch a lifeline. "The goal is to have your mind synchronised. Not trying to deal with a hundred different thoughts at once. Focus on something you can lose yourself in if you think about it long enough." Skulduggery didn't know how easy that was for Archangels, but he did know Gabe well enough to give something a shot. "What's your favourite memory from back home?"