"Oh, he knows," Valkyrie answered Gabriel when Skulduggery didn't look like he was going to. "I've told him to get at least a bathroom, but..."
It hadn't really mattered over the past year. Even if Valkyrie had cared about stupid things like that, Fletcher was always there to make sure they both had food and access to a bathroom when they needed it. But Valkyrie was savoring this moment. She was savoring that there were jokes again, savoring the look she imagined on Skulduggery's face. She'd been waiting for it. She was looking forward even more to when Skulduggery finally laid nonexistent eyes on his Bentley. This was what she had been fighting for.
When the detective finally seemed to remember that he wasn't alone, he tilted the hat on his head to a more jovial angle and started walking toward the garage door. "I'm thinking of putting some in."
Valkyrie frowned. "Really?"
"You spend half your time here complaining about not having food, and the other half complaining about bathrooms. Yes, I've been thinking of putting some in." Skulduggery turned just before opening the garage door, stopping them all in their tracks. "Gabe, about China. I don't say this very often, but I wasn't thinking. I should have warned you."
"You didn't warn me," said Valkyrie. "You pretty much just told me not to say my name."
"Well, yes, but I knew you could handle it. Not that I think Gabe can't, but... well, his struggles are slightly more unique." Skulduggery opened the garage door behind him. "I'm sorry."
Fletcher frowned behind Valkyrie. "Did he just... did he just say you're stronger than an angel?" he whispered into her ear, dumbfounded.
"No," Valkyrie answered firmly. "No, he just..." Pride swelled in her chest before she could squash it. "He was just saying that..." That what? That he had faith in Valkyrie, but not in an Archangel? That was ridiculous. "What kind of struggles?" she asked them curiously.
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It hadn't really mattered over the past year. Even if Valkyrie had cared about stupid things like that, Fletcher was always there to make sure they both had food and access to a bathroom when they needed it. But Valkyrie was savoring this moment. She was savoring that there were jokes again, savoring the look she imagined on Skulduggery's face. She'd been waiting for it. She was looking forward even more to when Skulduggery finally laid nonexistent eyes on his Bentley. This was what she had been fighting for.
When the detective finally seemed to remember that he wasn't alone, he tilted the hat on his head to a more jovial angle and started walking toward the garage door. "I'm thinking of putting some in."
Valkyrie frowned. "Really?"
"You spend half your time here complaining about not having food, and the other half complaining about bathrooms. Yes, I've been thinking of putting some in." Skulduggery turned just before opening the garage door, stopping them all in their tracks. "Gabe, about China. I don't say this very often, but I wasn't thinking. I should have warned you."
"You didn't warn me," said Valkyrie. "You pretty much just told me not to say my name."
"Well, yes, but I knew you could handle it. Not that I think Gabe can't, but... well, his struggles are slightly more unique." Skulduggery opened the garage door behind him. "I'm sorry."
Fletcher frowned behind Valkyrie. "Did he just... did he just say you're stronger than an angel?" he whispered into her ear, dumbfounded.
"No," Valkyrie answered firmly. "No, he just..." Pride swelled in her chest before she could squash it. "He was just saying that..." That what? That he had faith in Valkyrie, but not in an Archangel? That was ridiculous. "What kind of struggles?" she asked them curiously.