Fortunately, Skulduggery couldn't point out that scaring an entire swimming pool empty might be the best and quickest way to appropriate one. Professor Grouse may not have reacted well to that, and whatever had caused the good mood might not have been enough to counteract Skulduggery. Unfortunately, he also couldn't point out that swimming pools tended to be empty at night. Or that Gabe was...
... not able to pull up a disguise anymore, actually. Skulduggery wouldn't let Gabe use his powers again, especially after Skulduggery himself had been the one to force him into it.
"Sure," Fletcher agreed from where he'd been silently watching. "More holy water. We've got barrels over in the safe house. Just give me a few minutes." He turned and surveyed the empty space in the room with a calculating eye, and then vanished. So eager to be useful, Skulduggery noted. So anxious to help. Despite everything, despite the scare he'd undoubtedly suffered in the church. Despite how wary of Skulduggery he must be feeling.
Although, it was probably difficult to be frightened of a skeleton whose jaw was all bound up the way it was, happily grooming an angel's feathers.
And finally, finally, there was real and visible progress. One small wound, sealed. The earlier irritability had vanished now, and Skulduggery nodded in grim satisfaction as he smoothed out one more feather. Something was finally happening. When Raphael arrived, they'd be able to prove more concern and help for his brother than just a safe house and some quick holy water. Gabe might claim his brothers were just as forgiving as he was, but Skulduggery would believe that when he saw it.
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... not able to pull up a disguise anymore, actually. Skulduggery wouldn't let Gabe use his powers again, especially after Skulduggery himself had been the one to force him into it.
"Sure," Fletcher agreed from where he'd been silently watching. "More holy water. We've got barrels over in the safe house. Just give me a few minutes." He turned and surveyed the empty space in the room with a calculating eye, and then vanished. So eager to be useful, Skulduggery noted. So anxious to help. Despite everything, despite the scare he'd undoubtedly suffered in the church. Despite how wary of Skulduggery he must be feeling.
Although, it was probably difficult to be frightened of a skeleton whose jaw was all bound up the way it was, happily grooming an angel's feathers.
And finally, finally, there was real and visible progress. One small wound, sealed. The earlier irritability had vanished now, and Skulduggery nodded in grim satisfaction as he smoothed out one more feather. Something was finally happening. When Raphael arrived, they'd be able to prove more concern and help for his brother than just a safe house and some quick holy water. Gabe might claim his brothers were just as forgiving as he was, but Skulduggery would believe that when he saw it.