Fletcher looked at Gabe, sunk into the back of the couch as he was, pale and shaking and exhausted. The fact that he wasn't even breathing heavily just made the whole picture of an injured Archangel that much more surreal.
Teleporting took a lot out of him, like Fletcher knew it would. Teleporting back would take even more out of him.
Skulduggery really wouldn't be happy with this. Fletcher was reminded of when they first heard that subsonic noise, and the way Skulduggery had reacted. Like he knew. Because he'd seen the smiting before; he'd told them about it. So he instantly knew what Gabe had done, and he would want the Archangel out of harm's way as fast as possible. Not exerting himself any more than he absolutely had to, after something like that.
Fletcher wanted to ask why, whatever it was Gabe had to say, couldn't wait until after Scarab was defeated and arrested. But there was probably a good reason for that, and they really didn't have any time to lose. Gabe didn't have to fight. He wouldn't fight. Fletcher would make sure of that.
"Okay." He took Gabe's hand and pulled the Archangel to his feet. "But I am blaming you for this if he asks. Just so you know."
The living room disappeared, and then the cell was back. There was no comfy couch in here to help Gabe get his strength back, so Fletcher settled for as near to the far wall as possible, and he didn't let go of Gabe once they were settled.
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Teleporting took a lot out of him, like Fletcher knew it would. Teleporting back would take even more out of him.
Skulduggery really wouldn't be happy with this. Fletcher was reminded of when they first heard that subsonic noise, and the way Skulduggery had reacted. Like he knew. Because he'd seen the smiting before; he'd told them about it. So he instantly knew what Gabe had done, and he would want the Archangel out of harm's way as fast as possible. Not exerting himself any more than he absolutely had to, after something like that.
Fletcher wanted to ask why, whatever it was Gabe had to say, couldn't wait until after Scarab was defeated and arrested. But there was probably a good reason for that, and they really didn't have any time to lose. Gabe didn't have to fight. He wouldn't fight. Fletcher would make sure of that.
"Okay." He took Gabe's hand and pulled the Archangel to his feet. "But I am blaming you for this if he asks. Just so you know."
The living room disappeared, and then the cell was back. There was no comfy couch in here to help Gabe get his strength back, so Fletcher settled for as near to the far wall as possible, and he didn't let go of Gabe once they were settled.