With a grimace Gabe submitted to being guided toward Anton, taking a deep, slow breath to brace himself against the Teleportation. Thanks to that, this one didn't affect him quite as badly ... quite. At least, the Teleportation didn't. The proximity to Anton Shudder's Gist, even penned, did.
Pale, exceedingly grateful for Fletcher's consideration, the Archangel sank slowly down onto the couch, using Fletcher as a crutch. "You're getting better at that," he said, surveying where they were in the room. "You might not even need a practical demonstration, depending on how you're visualising things."
And Gabe hadn't even started training him. Fletcher was a born Teleporter, that was for sure. The Archangel cast a smile up at him, a little weak but entirely sincere, and if he was leaning a bit closer to Fletcher to escape Anton's proximity, well--he wasn't going to mention it if no one else did. it was uncharitable, but Gabe wished the man would move away; instead Shudder was watching him, not reaching out but with that sort of balance and posture which indicated he was prepared to catch Gabe if necessary.
"He's got a phone," Gabriel admitted, and grimaced. "But he might not be able to use it. I wasn't thinking properly when I made it for him; it's a smartphone." Then again, he had also made it knowing Skulduggery was a skeleton, so chances were he'd be able to use it even as a skeleton. Just as an additional feature. Gabe hadn't been consciously thinking of it, but nuances tended to come together like that where subconscious intent was concerned.
Anton's eyebrows climbed as he took his phone out anyway. "You made it for him?"
"He lost his," Gabe said in a tone that would have been accompanied by a shrug if the Archangel had been inclined. As if it was everyday someone made a phone out of nothing. Eyebrows still high, still looking at Gabe consideringly, Anton dialled.
Gabriel chose to ignore him in favour of pulling a cushion nearer and lowering himself to lie down, face into the pillow. His head hurt. Not migraine-level, but it still hurt, and now that he wasn't trying to resist souls owned by Lucifer, he could really feel it.
"Skulduggery," Anton said, and Gabe breathed out a sigh of relief at the proof Skulduggery had answered. Good. That meant the phone worked. Still, Gabe was going to ask Merlin or Rafe to change it back as soon as possible.
In the meantime he was just ... going to lie still for a little while.
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Pale, exceedingly grateful for Fletcher's consideration, the Archangel sank slowly down onto the couch, using Fletcher as a crutch. "You're getting better at that," he said, surveying where they were in the room. "You might not even need a practical demonstration, depending on how you're visualising things."
And Gabe hadn't even started training him. Fletcher was a born Teleporter, that was for sure. The Archangel cast a smile up at him, a little weak but entirely sincere, and if he was leaning a bit closer to Fletcher to escape Anton's proximity, well--he wasn't going to mention it if no one else did. it was uncharitable, but Gabe wished the man would move away; instead Shudder was watching him, not reaching out but with that sort of balance and posture which indicated he was prepared to catch Gabe if necessary.
"He's got a phone," Gabriel admitted, and grimaced. "But he might not be able to use it. I wasn't thinking properly when I made it for him; it's a smartphone." Then again, he had also made it knowing Skulduggery was a skeleton, so chances were he'd be able to use it even as a skeleton. Just as an additional feature. Gabe hadn't been consciously thinking of it, but nuances tended to come together like that where subconscious intent was concerned.
Anton's eyebrows climbed as he took his phone out anyway. "You made it for him?"
"He lost his," Gabe said in a tone that would have been accompanied by a shrug if the Archangel had been inclined. As if it was everyday someone made a phone out of nothing. Eyebrows still high, still looking at Gabe consideringly, Anton dialled.
Gabriel chose to ignore him in favour of pulling a cushion nearer and lowering himself to lie down, face into the pillow. His head hurt. Not migraine-level, but it still hurt, and now that he wasn't trying to resist souls owned by Lucifer, he could really feel it.
"Skulduggery," Anton said, and Gabe breathed out a sigh of relief at the proof Skulduggery had answered. Good. That meant the phone worked. Still, Gabe was going to ask Merlin or Rafe to change it back as soon as possible.
In the meantime he was just ... going to lie still for a little while.