[ Sherlock and John are only part of the reason that Greg is here, though. Things wouldn't have turned out too differently in the end even if they hadn't been honestly, though it's likely that otherwise Greg would have spent more time in Heaven before coming down this way. He would still end up here as a Transfer. He would still be digging in his heels here as much as he can. No matter which way their cases go, Greg doesn't expect any of this to change. The idea of Sherlock being stuck up in Heaven for any length of time is fairly ridiculous.
It's just convenient that Gabriel, Sherlock, and John are all on the same 'side,' effectively speaking. Greg can't imagine a situation at this point where he would really have to choose between any of them, not in any sort of permanent way, and he hopes that it'll never come to that. He'd definitely fight against that - bitterly, if he had to.
Greg is willing to take some scolding for not seeing to this sooner. He didn't want it to take over their conversation, he figures that Gabriel would have just felt far more intensely guilty over his antics on the Hellnet earlier in the afternoon. Greg's definitely hoping that he doesn't have to convince him that his preoccupation with that mess didn't contribute in some way to how poorly the rest of his day went. ]
Apparently. I could have avoided the window, but it was either that or get stuck in a corner with the claws.
[ The window was already half-open, anyway, clearly making it the better alternative in that situation.
The slight stiffness to the way Greg moves is less about the fall - that will come later - and more about the persistent stinging pain from his wing that's hard to ignore now that he's slowed down for a while and doesn't have anything to distract him. Adrenaline does a lot to distance pain, and now that it's beginning to ebb it's much harder to hide it.
He heads straight for the shower, dropping his coat and shoes off at the door as he goes. The door is still open behind him, of course, because he's sure that Gabriel isn't going to be inclined to wait outside for him. As he shrugs out of his layers of clothes, it becomes fairly obvious that there wasn't much damage from the fall - there might be bruises later, but for now they're just a couple of sore spots that are faintly pink.
The wings are a different story. He's only letting them stretch out as he's stepping into the shower itself, turning the water on warm as he can stand it. His feathers are clearly ruffled, slightly out of place and overall slightly dirty from the trip through the hedge and the ground underneath, but the outer third of his right wing is a proper bloody mess. That, too, is mostly due to the failing from the fall spreading dark red stains, just starting to turn a bit brown at the edges, that stand out starkly against the white.
He'll continue to hold back any pained noises, quite determined not to let on how much it hurts even if Gabriel probably knows, and just wash up quickly while letting the water take care of all the dirt and blood. By the time he reaches to turn the water off they're clean once again, though there's still a couple of tiny trails of bright, scarlet red seeping through his feathers where the bleeding hasn't entirely stopped yet. ]
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It's just convenient that Gabriel, Sherlock, and John are all on the same 'side,' effectively speaking. Greg can't imagine a situation at this point where he would really have to choose between any of them, not in any sort of permanent way, and he hopes that it'll never come to that. He'd definitely fight against that - bitterly, if he had to.
Greg is willing to take some scolding for not seeing to this sooner. He didn't want it to take over their conversation, he figures that Gabriel would have just felt far more intensely guilty over his antics on the Hellnet earlier in the afternoon. Greg's definitely hoping that he doesn't have to convince him that his preoccupation with that mess didn't contribute in some way to how poorly the rest of his day went. ]
Apparently. I could have avoided the window, but it was either that or get stuck in a corner with the claws.
[ The window was already half-open, anyway, clearly making it the better alternative in that situation.
The slight stiffness to the way Greg moves is less about the fall - that will come later - and more about the persistent stinging pain from his wing that's hard to ignore now that he's slowed down for a while and doesn't have anything to distract him. Adrenaline does a lot to distance pain, and now that it's beginning to ebb it's much harder to hide it.
He heads straight for the shower, dropping his coat and shoes off at the door as he goes. The door is still open behind him, of course, because he's sure that Gabriel isn't going to be inclined to wait outside for him. As he shrugs out of his layers of clothes, it becomes fairly obvious that there wasn't much damage from the fall - there might be bruises later, but for now they're just a couple of sore spots that are faintly pink.
The wings are a different story. He's only letting them stretch out as he's stepping into the shower itself, turning the water on warm as he can stand it. His feathers are clearly ruffled, slightly out of place and overall slightly dirty from the trip through the hedge and the ground underneath, but the outer third of his right wing is a proper bloody mess. That, too, is mostly due to the failing from the fall spreading dark red stains, just starting to turn a bit brown at the edges, that stand out starkly against the white.
He'll continue to hold back any pained noises, quite determined not to let on how much it hurts even if Gabriel probably knows, and just wash up quickly while letting the water take care of all the dirt and blood. By the time he reaches to turn the water off they're clean once again, though there's still a couple of tiny trails of bright, scarlet red seeping through his feathers where the bleeding hasn't entirely stopped yet. ]