It was always fascinating to watch Gabe pulling on the human cloak. There was something bittersweet about watching all the beauty of the surroundings leach back into nothingness, objects falling back to their normal state, so dull after being so bright. But Skulduggery had to confess that he never got tired of watching Gabe's wings vanish. They were so solidly physical one moment, and then there was a quick split second of fading before they were gone, too quick for him to catch. It was one of those 'blink and you miss it' moments, but as Skulduggery couldn't blink, it looked even more interesting to him. Partly because he might as well have blinked, with how quickly Gabriel the Archangel became Gabe the barefoot human once again.
He was almost sad they'd lost the cowboy hat. As amusing as it had been at first, it really did complete the picture.
"In your case, Gabe," he answered the earlier question, "it isn't the other way around. You haven't healed as much as you think you have, but you'll try things anyway. Things that strain you. And you'll spiral back down. Feeling better does not equate to actually being better, especially where the Professor and his numerous painkillers are concerned."
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Ghastly was getting the distinct and uncomfortable impression that however old this man was, 'boyo' was somehow an understatement.
But he had to concede the logic of what Dad was saying, even if it was hard to translate to this dim, dirty bar. Ghastly didn't try to reply, however, because he had a sneaking suspicion that the words would have come out slightly slurred. Or at least nowhere near as meaningful. The alcohol was definitely starting to get to him.
"People don't end up drinking alone in bars for no reason." Ghastly started on his next drink, no longer knocking them back, but taking each new glass one glorious sip at a time. "What's yours?"
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He was almost sad they'd lost the cowboy hat. As amusing as it had been at first, it really did complete the picture.
"In your case, Gabe," he answered the earlier question, "it isn't the other way around. You haven't healed as much as you think you have, but you'll try things anyway. Things that strain you. And you'll spiral back down. Feeling better does not equate to actually being better, especially where the Professor and his numerous painkillers are concerned."
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Ghastly was getting the distinct and uncomfortable impression that however old this man was, 'boyo' was somehow an understatement.
But he had to concede the logic of what Dad was saying, even if it was hard to translate to this dim, dirty bar. Ghastly didn't try to reply, however, because he had a sneaking suspicion that the words would have come out slightly slurred. Or at least nowhere near as meaningful. The alcohol was definitely starting to get to him.
"People don't end up drinking alone in bars for no reason." Ghastly started on his next drink, no longer knocking them back, but taking each new glass one glorious sip at a time. "What's yours?"