[ Greg has at least a decent idea of the depth of what he's asking. It's probably a little bit unfair, considering he knows that Gabriel would have a hard time telling him 'no' at all when it comes to anything he actually wants to do, but he would never try to take advantage of that. He's spent some time now mulling this question over in his head, and now is probably kind of an odd time to bring it up, but then, it does give him something to focus on aside from his own sore muscles.
It's clear that Gabriel is thoroughly ashamed of that state that they're in and that he thinks they're horribly ugly to look at. Greg isn't sure what Gabriel thinks he would see, if he was to let their gazes meet - aversion? Pity? Surely not anything like disgust. Of course none of that crosses Greg's expression as he studies them carefully. There might be an almost pained look in his eyes, but as broken and neglected as they are, he's still sees beauty in them, underneath the dirt and soot.
He's never asked if anything could be done to fix them, partially because Gabriel has been so apparently desperate to ignore their existence entirely, and partially because a good opportunity to just hasn't come up. He's still not sure by any means, but he knows now that he wants to try, if Gabriel is willing and able to let him. Just as much as Gabriel obviously wants to protect Greg's own stubbornly pristine and radiant wings.
He glances back up to Gabriel's face, briefly, his eyebrows furrowing slightly, a bit confused at that observation. ]
How is it funny?
[ It's slow, very slow, and careful, but he will reach out to brush his fingers against the closest outer feathers - careful, as always, of the spark that tends to happen at first when he gets close to them. If and when Gabriel can manage to look at Greg's face again, he won't see anything like disgust. If anything there's almost a sort of reverence to the way he regards Gabriel's wings, and his hands are steady, his touch light and... loving, really, as he slowly slides feathers back into place, brushes aside dirt, and smooths out the rough patches that he can reach without moving. He's not really aware that he's all but holding his breath as he does it.
Greg's never even thought about the potential of being able to heal or fix anything with this angelic power that he's only just started to really make an effort to understand. It's entirely likely that he has at least some innate ability that he might be able to one day learn how to tap into properly, and it's also possible that it might respond to his quietly, but deeply emotional state here.
If he stopped long enough to think about it, he might wonder if he looks a bit ridiculous at the moment, still completely naked except for the towel draped over his lap, his own wings spread and curled in slightly, orienting - as usual - toward Gabriel, but his mind is very much elsewhere. ]
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It's clear that Gabriel is thoroughly ashamed of that state that they're in and that he thinks they're horribly ugly to look at. Greg isn't sure what Gabriel thinks he would see, if he was to let their gazes meet - aversion? Pity? Surely not anything like disgust. Of course none of that crosses Greg's expression as he studies them carefully. There might be an almost pained look in his eyes, but as broken and neglected as they are, he's still sees beauty in them, underneath the dirt and soot.
He's never asked if anything could be done to fix them, partially because Gabriel has been so apparently desperate to ignore their existence entirely, and partially because a good opportunity to just hasn't come up. He's still not sure by any means, but he knows now that he wants to try, if Gabriel is willing and able to let him. Just as much as Gabriel obviously wants to protect Greg's own stubbornly pristine and radiant wings.
He glances back up to Gabriel's face, briefly, his eyebrows furrowing slightly, a bit confused at that observation. ]
How is it funny?
[ It's slow, very slow, and careful, but he will reach out to brush his fingers against the closest outer feathers - careful, as always, of the spark that tends to happen at first when he gets close to them. If and when Gabriel can manage to look at Greg's face again, he won't see anything like disgust. If anything there's almost a sort of reverence to the way he regards Gabriel's wings, and his hands are steady, his touch light and... loving, really, as he slowly slides feathers back into place, brushes aside dirt, and smooths out the rough patches that he can reach without moving. He's not really aware that he's all but holding his breath as he does it.
Greg's never even thought about the potential of being able to heal or fix anything with this angelic power that he's only just started to really make an effort to understand. It's entirely likely that he has at least some innate ability that he might be able to one day learn how to tap into properly, and it's also possible that it might respond to his quietly, but deeply emotional state here.
If he stopped long enough to think about it, he might wonder if he looks a bit ridiculous at the moment, still completely naked except for the towel draped over his lap, his own wings spread and curled in slightly, orienting - as usual - toward Gabriel, but his mind is very much elsewhere. ]