[ The next time Greg goes in for a shower, Gabriel is definitely going to be dragged in with him so that he can properly wash off any of the remaining dirt and soot. The clean water will be good for them, Greg thinks, and he's aware that he probably doesn't want to know long it's been since they were washed off like that. Now that Gabriel has let Greg start this, he should know that there's no stopping it. He's going to make it a point from now on to make sure that they're taken care of, an effort which he suspects that Gabriel will help with now that he's got good reasons to hope.
If Greg's fond, gentle attention to them wasn't enough on its' own, there are always the very visible new feathers starting to form that can remind him of this even when Greg isn't around. It will definitely make him happy if Gabriel catches onto his sense of hope, even if he would have a hard time explaining exactly how he can hold onto it so tightly. Still.
It's entirely possible that one of these days the 'dead human with wings' thing will come up again, because Greg really has taken in on board in a very major way. Not at all just because of Gabriel, though he probably won't admit that he took it more to heart from Gabriel than anyone else. It's much larger than just that, though. It's not actually an uncommon sentiment. Greg definitely didn't down here looking for a sense of camaraderie, of course, but even in Heaven he had... mixed feelings about being there. He doesn't feel like he's one of them, but he doesn't belong here, either. He can't blame anyone in general for pointing out the obvious.
At least in moments like this, he doesn't worry about what he is, or where he fits into the grand scheme of things. It's just the two of them, wings curled in together and bodies close, and it doesn't matter who they are, or where they are. Not really. ]
It was boring, but it had to be done.
[ Being human was all about doing those little boring day to day things, many of which he still goes through these days even if he doesn't really have to anymore. His routine was a bit different back when he was married, but he had gotten used to living the single life long before he actually died.
Getting into a sport of any sort that isn't a thinly disguised bloodbath would probably be something Greg would like. He's been hesitant to even look into such things, given those tendencies, but it's possible that there are such things out there. The idea of being able to catch up with a game from the living world hasn't occurred to him at all. ]
I'm still yours even when I'm stuck at work. [ He just smiles at the rest of it. He's sure that one day there will be at least some people that will be ringing him at all hours again. He knows what the point was, though, and admittedly work tends to cut into enough of their time together as it is.
Not right now, though. Right now there's nothing to stop him from shifting at that kiss so that he can tilt his head to catch Gabriel's lips in a proper kiss - it doesn't even start particularly slow, there's too much emotion and passion that have been building up over the past several minutes, lurking just beneath the surface up until this point. ]
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If Greg's fond, gentle attention to them wasn't enough on its' own, there are always the very visible new feathers starting to form that can remind him of this even when Greg isn't around. It will definitely make him happy if Gabriel catches onto his sense of hope, even if he would have a hard time explaining exactly how he can hold onto it so tightly. Still.
It's entirely possible that one of these days the 'dead human with wings' thing will come up again, because Greg really has taken in on board in a very major way. Not at all just because of Gabriel, though he probably won't admit that he took it more to heart from Gabriel than anyone else. It's much larger than just that, though. It's not actually an uncommon sentiment. Greg definitely didn't down here looking for a sense of camaraderie, of course, but even in Heaven he had... mixed feelings about being there. He doesn't feel like he's one of them, but he doesn't belong here, either. He can't blame anyone in general for pointing out the obvious.
At least in moments like this, he doesn't worry about what he is, or where he fits into the grand scheme of things. It's just the two of them, wings curled in together and bodies close, and it doesn't matter who they are, or where they are. Not really. ]
It was boring, but it had to be done.
[ Being human was all about doing those little boring day to day things, many of which he still goes through these days even if he doesn't really have to anymore. His routine was a bit different back when he was married, but he had gotten used to living the single life long before he actually died.
Getting into a sport of any sort that isn't a thinly disguised bloodbath would probably be something Greg would like. He's been hesitant to even look into such things, given those tendencies, but it's possible that there are such things out there. The idea of being able to catch up with a game from the living world hasn't occurred to him at all. ]
I'm still yours even when I'm stuck at work. [ He just smiles at the rest of it. He's sure that one day there will be at least some people that will be ringing him at all hours again. He knows what the point was, though, and admittedly work tends to cut into enough of their time together as it is.
Not right now, though. Right now there's nothing to stop him from shifting at that kiss so that he can tilt his head to catch Gabriel's lips in a proper kiss - it doesn't even start particularly slow, there's too much emotion and passion that have been building up over the past several minutes, lurking just beneath the surface up until this point. ]