It was good to hear Gabriel laughing again, no matter how hoarse and broken the laugh actually was. It was a pleasant laugh, too, empty of all the sarcasm and pointed teasing that were so characteristic of Valkyrie's laughs. Skulduggery pulled off the hat and scarf, folded the scarf neatly, and placed them both on the arm of the pew.

"I can't find any holy water," Skulduggery told Gabe as he gently sat down next to him. "And frankly, either one of us asking for it is a bad idea. I have friends coming soon. They'll be able to help." Skulduggery leaned against the back of the pew, arms folded, empty gaze directed at the ceiling. "We're also fugitives at this point," he added carelessly, as if that concept was much less important than any of the rest. Of course, to Skulduggery, it was. He'd spent most of his last year in this reality being something of a fugitive. He'd never really liked Guild to begin with, and outsmarting the man was so terribly easy.

For once, Skulduggery did not mind taking a moment to be grateful for that fact - once again having an enemy he knew something about. He wouldn't take that for granted again. "Thank you, by the way," the detective said softly, skull tilted ever so slightly in Gabe's direction. "For everything."