[ There will be plenty of time over the next couple of days - and the days beyond those, too - for Gabriel to ask all the questions he can think of, and there's not much that Greg wouldn't be willing to talk about. Some questions are more awkward than others - the origin of those scars, for example - but generally speaking he has very little to hide, and not much that he wouldn't tell Gabriel. Working his way up through New Scotland Yard and being around Sherlock for years has given him an entirely new standard for what constitutes an awkward conversation than what other people might be used to.
There will probably be talk of doughnuts, nice pubs where he can watch some kind of sport games or another, and almost-painfully-cliche-but-still-accurate long walks on the beach. Lately there's no place Greg would rather visit than the streets of London - and New Scotland Yard, of course, but that's not precisely date material of any sort - but he will always have a fond place in his heart for the beach and the feel of a cool, salty ocean breeze on his face. He has nostalgic memories, too, of little cafes and restaurants around the neighbourhood he grew up in, places he did take dates to, and he rather likes the idea of creating some new memories like those here in Little Eden.
It's a small thing, too, but having a proper garden again is something he's genuinely pleased with. He hasn't had much of a chance to focus on such little personal things in the midst of trying to settle into some kind of routine down here, but sitting here with Gabriel it's not too hard to think about a few peaceful hours spent planting some rosebushes out front, and maybe even a tree or two? It doesn't seem too unrealistic. Sure, there's always a chance that the entire place will get wrecked sooner or later, but that didn't mean that it wasn't worth having.
Greg definitely never would have expected Gabriel to worry about being turned down when suggesting an 'official' date. If it was just about sex, sure, it would be awkward - theoretically speaking, of course, since Greg hasn't really been interested in that sort of arrangement since he was much younger - but he thinks it's fairly obvious that he cares very much about Gabriel in general, and he can't help but want to invest more into this and see precisely where it takes them.
It's funny to think that he's here with someone he first met in the process of ransacking his kitchen. And that they really started to bond over a concussion. It's... possibly the most unusual way he's ever gotten to this point, but at the same time he finds it sort of endearing. ]
'All of this?' [ It's almost a rhetorical question, though, and he's still smiling as he says it.
He's tempted to lean in for a kiss as his thumb slowly trails on down to Gabriel's chin, and he doesn't want to ruin this moment with unpleasantness, but the gentle brush of his wings against Gabriel's arms, and the whole business of healing them has brought up a thread of concern that he's been increasingly aware of for a while now. ]
Now that you've taken care of my wings, would you let me look at yours?
[ There's an unspoken please there, but also a gentle sort of persistence. He's seen them, of course, but he's never had an opportunity to really look at them, whereas Gabriel sees rather a lot of his. He understands at least some of Gabriel's general reluctance with them, but, well, he has gotten rather intimate with them already even if he was distracted at the time. ]
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Date: 2016-08-04 02:35 am (UTC)There will probably be talk of doughnuts, nice pubs where he can watch some kind of sport games or another, and almost-painfully-cliche-but-still-accurate long walks on the beach. Lately there's no place Greg would rather visit than the streets of London - and New Scotland Yard, of course, but that's not precisely date material of any sort - but he will always have a fond place in his heart for the beach and the feel of a cool, salty ocean breeze on his face. He has nostalgic memories, too, of little cafes and restaurants around the neighbourhood he grew up in, places he did take dates to, and he rather likes the idea of creating some new memories like those here in Little Eden.
It's a small thing, too, but having a proper garden again is something he's genuinely pleased with. He hasn't had much of a chance to focus on such little personal things in the midst of trying to settle into some kind of routine down here, but sitting here with Gabriel it's not too hard to think about a few peaceful hours spent planting some rosebushes out front, and maybe even a tree or two? It doesn't seem too unrealistic. Sure, there's always a chance that the entire place will get wrecked sooner or later, but that didn't mean that it wasn't worth having.
Greg definitely never would have expected Gabriel to worry about being turned down when suggesting an 'official' date. If it was just about sex, sure, it would be awkward - theoretically speaking, of course, since Greg hasn't really been interested in that sort of arrangement since he was much younger - but he thinks it's fairly obvious that he cares very much about Gabriel in general, and he can't help but want to invest more into this and see precisely where it takes them.
It's funny to think that he's here with someone he first met in the process of ransacking his kitchen. And that they really started to bond over a concussion. It's... possibly the most unusual way he's ever gotten to this point, but at the same time he finds it sort of endearing. ]
'All of this?' [ It's almost a rhetorical question, though, and he's still smiling as he says it.
He's tempted to lean in for a kiss as his thumb slowly trails on down to Gabriel's chin, and he doesn't want to ruin this moment with unpleasantness, but the gentle brush of his wings against Gabriel's arms, and the whole business of healing them has brought up a thread of concern that he's been increasingly aware of for a while now. ]
Now that you've taken care of my wings, would you let me look at yours?
[ There's an unspoken please there, but also a gentle sort of persistence. He's seen them, of course, but he's never had an opportunity to really look at them, whereas Gabriel sees rather a lot of his. He understands at least some of Gabriel's general reluctance with them, but, well, he has gotten rather intimate with them already even if he was distracted at the time. ]