There was nothing wrong with Fletcher. His skill was, truly, very useful in a great many ways, and rare from all accounts. But, Gabriel felt guilty in admitting to himself, he didn't particularly like it. It wasn't smooth at all, and the boy's landings needed work; it wasn't flight, but it was similar enough that the similarity was jarring.
This time Gabriel planted his feet, managed to not need to adjust his wings to catch himself, hid any discomfort he was feeling and gave Fletcher a grateful smile. "Thank you."
That smile grew as he looked toward Skulduggery, at the way the detective was looking around. The skeleton didn't really have an expression--couldn't have an expression--but the relief and surprise and hope was in his voice and his general aura. In the face of that, Gabe couldn't feel even remotely angry anymore.
Skul had been through a lot. Who was Gabriel to hold it against him, for overlooking a warning? It wasn't as if Ms Sorrows had been able to do anything to Gabe, whether she tried or not.
The Archangel glanced around with bright curiosity, moving slowly so he could look around Skulduggery's house. His house, Gabriel marvelled. After all that time at the Institute, Gabe had never stopped to wonder just where Skulduggery might live on a practical level. And it was a very unique house. "Were you aware," he said with a grin in his voice, "that your house is comprised only of lounge-rooms?"
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This time Gabriel planted his feet, managed to not need to adjust his wings to catch himself, hid any discomfort he was feeling and gave Fletcher a grateful smile. "Thank you."
That smile grew as he looked toward Skulduggery, at the way the detective was looking around. The skeleton didn't really have an expression--couldn't have an expression--but the relief and surprise and hope was in his voice and his general aura. In the face of that, Gabe couldn't feel even remotely angry anymore.
Skul had been through a lot. Who was Gabriel to hold it against him, for overlooking a warning? It wasn't as if Ms Sorrows had been able to do anything to Gabe, whether she tried or not.
The Archangel glanced around with bright curiosity, moving slowly so he could look around Skulduggery's house. His house, Gabriel marvelled. After all that time at the Institute, Gabe had never stopped to wonder just where Skulduggery might live on a practical level. And it was a very unique house. "Were you aware," he said with a grin in his voice, "that your house is comprised only of lounge-rooms?"