[ Gabriel can shift to give Gren enough time to move, to get comfortable again before he's letting his hands move again, back to Greg's shoulders, trailing down the top part of his biceps, just enjoying the feel of muscle beneath his fingers.

Greg is gorgeous, okay? And there's nothing wrong with fact that the sight of those muscles makes him feel a little squirmy all over again.

But he tries to focus, his eyes moving from muscle to Greg's face, and he sees the flicker of his eyes. He guessed that Greg would get stuck on this point, and he knows why. Magic stuff isn't for playing with, not when it's got the potential to backfire so dramatically. But then again, John knows what he's doing, Gabriel... trusts him, to a certain degree. Besides, he's going to test this thing before they try to use it. And if it works? If it seems safe? Then why not. It#s the only real way they are going to get to experience anything other than Hell together.

And as his hand drifts back into Greg's wings, this time to stroke the long, strong, soft feathers of his inner wing, not rubbing or massaging, just touching. ]

I told him you needed a holiday. That I wanted a vacation with you. And he suggested it, because there... aren't any other options.

[ Because Gabriel is stuck here. And that's only now becoming something he's not happy with. He wants to go places with Greg, and see things with him he's not seen for a long, long, long time, or things he's never seen before or things he wants to see in a new way. He can't do that if he's banished to Hell forever more. ]