He'd blown it. It was, Gabriel felt with keen awareness, somehow ironic that even after having revealed his true form to them, Ghastly was averse to him because he'd raised his voice. Or maybe it wasn't. Either way, the Archangel knew he'd blown it. Ghastly was afraid.
The tailor had no reason to be afraid, but he thought he did, and that was awful enough. But, Gabe suddenly realised, that this was a man Skul trusted implicitly, and for that reason Gabe wanted Ghastly to trust him too.
"Sorry," he said quietly again, and let his hand drop from Ghastly's arm, shifting away in an attempt to make the tailor more comfortable. Instead the Archangel returned his attention to Skulduggery and Ms Sorrows, and just barely managed to check himself before asking who the baron was.
"What happened?" he asked instead, his brow crinkled. "Is there reason to worry?" Sorcerers lived a long, long time, after all.
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The tailor had no reason to be afraid, but he thought he did, and that was awful enough. But, Gabe suddenly realised, that this was a man Skul trusted implicitly, and for that reason Gabe wanted Ghastly to trust him too.
"Sorry," he said quietly again, and let his hand drop from Ghastly's arm, shifting away in an attempt to make the tailor more comfortable. Instead the Archangel returned his attention to Skulduggery and Ms Sorrows, and just barely managed to check himself before asking who the baron was.
"What happened?" he asked instead, his brow crinkled. "Is there reason to worry?" Sorcerers lived a long, long time, after all.