"Cab?" was Fletcher's first guess. "Cranky skel- uncle?"
"Hey." Skulduggery's head tilted back. "You learn to drive properly, and maybe we'll talk."
It took Fletcher an embarrasingly long moment to work out the hidden meaning in those words. When he finally did, he pouted. "I can't... drive, in places I don't know. That's not my fault, it just doesn't work."
"Gabe said he could teach you."
Fletcher glanced towards the angel. "But that's not going to be for a while, right?" He didn't want to be the one who forced Gabe to strain himself, and not for something stupid like this. So Skulduggery didn't like taking cabs. It was just something he was going to have to deal with for right now.
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Ghastly's expression didn't change. But Skul's good at pushin' ahead, and he'll find it easier with Gabe at his back... Right. Okay. This was now officially off the deep end and into uncomfortably shark-infested waters. Guild couldn't be right. Could he? Gabe's embarrassment when Tanith called him out that morning was all beause of the joke. Right? The good-natured teasing?
This time, his mind did come to a stuttering halt again, just after producing: There is absolutely no way in hell Skulduggery could be okay with any of this.
As Ghastly's last thought, it also had the unfortunate distinction of being the only thing Ghastly could ask about. "Do they even know? Does Skul know?" He stopped, tried to sort out how he was feeling, and gave up. "Do you have any idea what kind of things will hit the fan if and when Skulduggery does find out?"
Forget the angelic component of any potential relationship. Forget God's knowledge and approval. Watching Skulduggery adjust to this was going to be the most interesting, thought-provoking, and downright amusing thing Ghastly had ever done.
... And it said a lot about how fantastically out of control the tailor's life had recently gotten that Ghastly could be faced with all of this, and his main focus was... that. It was a flaw. He recognised it. But at the same time, Ghastly was proud that he could think at all. No one was allowed to judge him until they had been thrust face to face with God and - no, okay, bad word. Until events brought them face to face with God, and they collapsed into quivering piles of goo. See how well they fared. And that would be without all the life-changing revelations beforehand.
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"Hey." Skulduggery's head tilted back. "You learn to drive properly, and maybe we'll talk."
It took Fletcher an embarrasingly long moment to work out the hidden meaning in those words. When he finally did, he pouted. "I can't... drive, in places I don't know. That's not my fault, it just doesn't work."
"Gabe said he could teach you."
Fletcher glanced towards the angel. "But that's not going to be for a while, right?" He didn't want to be the one who forced Gabe to strain himself, and not for something stupid like this. So Skulduggery didn't like taking cabs. It was just something he was going to have to deal with for right now.
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Ghastly's expression didn't change. But Skul's good at pushin' ahead, and he'll find it easier with Gabe at his back... Right. Okay. This was now officially off the deep end and into uncomfortably shark-infested waters. Guild couldn't be right. Could he? Gabe's embarrassment when Tanith called him out that morning was all beause of the joke. Right? The good-natured teasing?
This time, his mind did come to a stuttering halt again, just after producing: There is absolutely no way in hell Skulduggery could be okay with any of this.
As Ghastly's last thought, it also had the unfortunate distinction of being the only thing Ghastly could ask about. "Do they even know? Does Skul know?" He stopped, tried to sort out how he was feeling, and gave up. "Do you have any idea what kind of things will hit the fan if and when Skulduggery does find out?"
Forget the angelic component of any potential relationship. Forget God's knowledge and approval. Watching Skulduggery adjust to this was going to be the most interesting, thought-provoking, and downright amusing thing Ghastly had ever done.
... And it said a lot about how fantastically out of control the tailor's life had recently gotten that Ghastly could be faced with all of this, and his main focus was... that. It was a flaw. He recognised it. But at the same time, Ghastly was proud that he could think at all. No one was allowed to judge him until they had been thrust face to face with God and - no, okay, bad word. Until events brought them face to face with God, and they collapsed into quivering piles of goo. See how well they fared. And that would be without all the life-changing revelations beforehand.