[ Honestly, the partner situation almost has Greg wondering if he should try to do some networking up in Heaven. That seems like a long shot, though, and the Reform Branch would probably much rather have him working with a demon. That would be poster material for them.
It's something he'll have to deal with. The case, too, is something that he will probably stare at the ceiling in the dark thinking about at some point tonight when he should be sleeping. Right now he doesn't want to dwell on any of that - the current cases in front of him, the frustration with the Hellnet (he doesn't feel inclined to even look at his phone right now unless he gets an actual text or call), and definitely not the problems that loom ahead in the future.
He's not even too concerned with the soreness of his wings, or the ache in his back that will no doubt be too stiff in the morning. He's just tired. Tomorrow is another day. Tomorrow he'll drag himself out of bed and get to work on the house and the garden, the soreness will work itself out eventually, catch up on the paperwork he didn't do today, and think more about this partner business. He'll roll his eyes at Sherlock when he comes drifting through the kitchen in a sheet. He'll try to talk to John about the whole 'stalker' issue, and see if there's anything else he can find out about that.
Right now he's just tired, physically and mentally, and just leaning back against Gabriel - really they're leaning against each other more or less equally at the moment - is enough to ease that, the the affectionate kiss only reinforces that feeling. Still, it's difficult not to feel a little too selfish for giving into that exhaustion, even though he's sure that Gabriel would never dream of holding it against him.
It doesn't consciously occur to him that the inherent guilt and unease of relying too much on anyone else, especially someone he cares so deeply for and wants to protect, is maybe a bit influenced by that gentle touch trailing across the faded but obvious scar beneath his ribs.
Instead he's shifting to prop himself up a bit more steadily, though definitely not moving away from that warm, reassuring weight against his back, his wings sliding back a little further until they're draped over Gabriel's arms and touching his shoulders. He's just settling so that he's properly supporting his own weight again. ]
I haven't been outside the city proper, no. I've seen it from the outskirts, but I've heard that some nasty things lurk around out there. [ The city is, compared to London, pretty terrible, but it's still a city. As terrible at it might be, it is kind of his home now ]
I know. I'm not worried about it.
[ He's not. Stressed, probably, but even that is kind of distant in this particular moment. ]
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It's something he'll have to deal with. The case, too, is something that he will probably stare at the ceiling in the dark thinking about at some point tonight when he should be sleeping. Right now he doesn't want to dwell on any of that - the current cases in front of him, the frustration with the Hellnet (he doesn't feel inclined to even look at his phone right now unless he gets an actual text or call), and definitely not the problems that loom ahead in the future.
He's not even too concerned with the soreness of his wings, or the ache in his back that will no doubt be too stiff in the morning. He's just tired. Tomorrow is another day. Tomorrow he'll drag himself out of bed and get to work on the house and the garden, the soreness will work itself out eventually, catch up on the paperwork he didn't do today, and think more about this partner business. He'll roll his eyes at Sherlock when he comes drifting through the kitchen in a sheet. He'll try to talk to John about the whole 'stalker' issue, and see if there's anything else he can find out about that.
Right now he's just tired, physically and mentally, and just leaning back against Gabriel - really they're leaning against each other more or less equally at the moment - is enough to ease that, the the affectionate kiss only reinforces that feeling. Still, it's difficult not to feel a little too selfish for giving into that exhaustion, even though he's sure that Gabriel would never dream of holding it against him.
It doesn't consciously occur to him that the inherent guilt and unease of relying too much on anyone else, especially someone he cares so deeply for and wants to protect, is maybe a bit influenced by that gentle touch trailing across the faded but obvious scar beneath his ribs.
Instead he's shifting to prop himself up a bit more steadily, though definitely not moving away from that warm, reassuring weight against his back, his wings sliding back a little further until they're draped over Gabriel's arms and touching his shoulders. He's just settling so that he's properly supporting his own weight again. ]
I haven't been outside the city proper, no. I've seen it from the outskirts, but I've heard that some nasty things lurk around out there. [ The city is, compared to London, pretty terrible, but it's still a city. As terrible at it might be, it is kind of his home now ]
I know. I'm not worried about it.
[ He's not. Stressed, probably, but even that is kind of distant in this particular moment. ]