"Michael," Gabriel repeated, nodding. That was the name of an angel wasn't it, in fact so was his own. He chuckled softly as he acknowledged that, though it didn't make him trust or like this Michael guy any more. Then he noticed the wings, and again he was thinking of angels. "Well it's a pleasure to meet you dude," though his tone suggested it was anything but a pleasure.
Gabe felt a rush of warmth when William told Michael he wasn't a bad guy, at least that meant William didn't hate his guts, or at least, not entirely. "Sorry," Gabe said and it sounded genuine this time. He closed the door and went over to sit beside Bill on his bed.
Gabe felt a rush of warmth when William told Michael he wasn't a bad guy, at least that meant William didn't hate his guts, or at least, not entirely. "Sorry," Gabe said and it sounded genuine this time. He closed the door and went over to sit beside Bill on his bed.