[There's no yelling yet, which is good. Better than expected, even. No immediate snark, like Lucifer had come out with. To be honest, He's not sure what to expect from Gabriel.
Chuck sets his elbows on the table, threading his fingers together.]
Should I go up an get us something to drink? You wanted a chai, right? Tons of sugar? [It's a terrible suggestion, pretending this is just some normal interaction between them, and He knows it. But habit is something that dies hard.]
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Chuck sets his elbows on the table, threading his fingers together.]
Should I go up an get us something to drink? You wanted a chai, right? Tons of sugar? [It's a terrible suggestion, pretending this is just some normal interaction between them, and He knows it. But habit is something that dies hard.]