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[ Andy has a very different perspective than Gabriel. He only sees the side of Greg that has to cope with the casual derision that most demons have to throw at the man and deal with the extra grief that they shovel on him around here. Andy's more observant than most people realise, he sees the way those dozens of petty jabs weigh Lestrade down on a daily basis.
But then, he also knows that Lestrade doesn't carry all of that around with him. He has a port in this storm, and as long as he has that, he comes back to work in the morning ready to face it all again. He's persistent. He's got faith. Hope. Better than Andy would expect from a human, honestly.
He still thinks this place will break him eventually. It's just a matter of when. That's a bit of personal cynicism creeping in on his part. He's seen beautiful, pure things break before. ]
Yeah, yeah, he's shy, I know. These repressed human types usually are. It's just a shame, is all, I'm actually very good at working the kinks out of said repressed types. [ Whoops, he wasn't supposed to flirt. He doesn't intend to do anything with either of them, though, so no harm done, right? This grin is far from ashamed. ] Maybe you are too, though? Theoretically, obviously.
[ Gabriel knows Greg tries to hide how much work bothers him. But he's almost certain that he was ground down in the Met too, because police work is thankless and unrelenting. True, it must be harder here, because none of his colleagues seem to support him. At least when he was alive he seems to have had a good working relationship with some of them. But he has Chloe here, and Milton, and perhaps Andy, or at least, sometimes he might have a little support from that corner.
Gabriel does what he can. He isn't the best, but he tries, and he'd like to think he Greg feels better once he's come home, had a coffee or a beer. Gabriel's always ready to listen to whatever frustrations Greg has about work, even if he's mostly all over Greg when he gets home. Hopefully that release of tensions helps too. Because Gabriel is not going to let the LHPD or Hell or the Reform Branch hurt Greg. It will not break them, it will not break Greg. Gabriel will pull it all down if he has to, stomp the whole city into the ground and salt it before it gets to that point.
It if ever gets there, Andy better have a good place to hide.]
Kiddo, I can assure you that as good as you think you are, you don't come close to matching me. [Gabriel hadn't believed for one moment that there wouldn't be any flirting. Andy can't control himself, clearly.]
Besides, he's not repressed. It's restrained. It's a different thing.
[ Andy doesn't have any plans to get in the way of vengeful archangels if he can help it. That always gets ugly, he thinks, in every possible universe ever, because once one of them really throws down, the rest of them are obligated to get involved one way or another, and it just snowballs from there. He doesn't know where the lines in the sand would be drawn here, and he's not really interested in finding out if he can avoid it.
Oh, is he being patronised? He is, isn't he? Clearly he thinks this is the most amusing thing to happen to him all day, as he has his chin propped up on the back of his hand on the desk now, and is watching Gabriel with an even more pleased grin. Now, he is controlling himself just fine, though, thank you. This is perfectly acceptable behaviour compared to how bad he can be. It's all relative. ]
Not even close? That's pretty arrogant, don't you think? [ He leans back in the chair, tapping his fingers together thoughtfully. ] Maybe you are better, but by that much? I guess it's hard to prove that without getting in trouble.
Also restrained. You know he's a bit repressed, too.
[ Gabe will vouch that it never goes well. Normally they all take sides- traditionally he takes Luci's and Raphael takes Mike's. But as none of his brothers are here, it can't work out that way. Besides, when the chips really are down. Gabriel doesn't take any sides at all.
If he was controlling himself, he wouldn't be flirting. Like he promised. Still, he isn't completely out of control yet, and that wide, cheeky grin is very just on him. What is it with men with such angular jaws?]
It's not arrogant if it's the truth. [Although Gabriel is fairly up himself about his own abilities.] If you feel you have something to prove, feel free. Get into all the trouble you like.
Well, I'll give you that. But he's human, it's part of the territory. You can't tell me you aren't bury anything deep down?
[ Now now, Andy made no promises. Unlike certain virtuous types, he can and will lie, if it happens to suit him, but he doesn't generally bother. He is what he is, at least down to a certain point before things start to get murky and dark. If he wasn't behaving himself, there would be a lot less in the way of personal space. There may be some insolent mischievousness in his eyes, but it lacks the kind of predatory intent that he often has when he's entertaining ideas. ]
I don't think you really want me to get into some kind of dick-measuring contest with you, Gabriel. If I start taking clothes off in here with you, Lestrade would not be entertained.
[ He knows that's not what Gabriel was thinking. But how else would he really know if Gabriel's better than him? He'll believe it when he sees it. Or perhaps hears from an impartial third-party. Hmm. ]
Sure, but not along the lines of sexual desires. I'm not ashamed of anything I like. I dunno why they are.
[Gabriel can deal with a few lies. He would be a hypocrite if he told Andy off for telling untruths. But that's demons for you. Crowley lies constantly, naturally and unashamedly. Andy can too no doubt. But he could no doubt be worse but Gabriel would like to hope Andy can occasionally be frank and honest with him.
Not too frank though. They don't need to start stripping off or closing distances. This is fine.
Let's face it. Dicks have very little to do with it. If you can't seduce someone with all your clothes on, then you don't deserve to get your clothes off. [He isn't in competition with you Andy. He isn't in competition with anyone, he has what he wants. He knows he's better. End of.
Andy can ask Greg if he needs confirmation. But he's hardly impartial.]
They were built differently to us. Dad gave them shame so they would know when they had done wrong. But it sort of got screwed up with all sorts of other things too. And I didn't mean you were repressing anything sexy. Just stuff.
[ Andy's been honest with him so far. For the most part. Almost completely. Maybe just a little cheeky, evasive rounding off of the truth. Definitely staying away from the really heavy personal issues. They're not really talking about him, anyway.
He sighs heavily and shakes his head at Gabriel. ]
You've been hanging around a certain serious, literal human too much. I was just teasing, and the metaphor amused me, so I ran with it. Can you really blame me?
[ Yeah, he's repressing a few things. If he wasn't... well, existence would be more overtly torturous. He much prefers the easy routine that he's fallen into here. ]
[ Dancing around the truth is okay. There's a difference between that and truth. It's a fine line, but Gabriel knows that there is one. Greg might not agree, he'd say the absence of the truth was the same as a lie, but he's a copper, they don't think the same way as the rest of the universe. The point is Gabriel has been... selective with the truth as it is, avoiding certain unpleasantness for the time being with Greg. It'll come to light soon enough, but what Gabriel wants to do is pick the time and place they have that conversation.
At the mention of the serious and sexy Lestrade, Gabriel grins from ear to ear.] Well, I wouldn't say too much. Probably not enough, recently. That's why he's grumpy.
You're not all bad, you know that? Not that I'd say that in public, I know you've got a reputation to protect. But you're okay kid. Which is more than I can say for a lot of your colleagues.
[And with that, he slips off the edge of the desk and stretches, letting each of the vertebrae in his back pop and his shoulders crack.] I think we understand each other, don't we?
[ Andy knows that he's not all bad. He never was, though for a long time those 'not bad' parts were repressed so much that he's started to think that they had burned away completely. They hadn't. Where that leaves him, exactly, he's not sure anymore, but he's out of the business of sowing misery, violence, and destruction.
Not for anyone else. Not while he still has a choice. ]
I'm not that worried about my big scary reputation. I'm more of a lover than a fighter, you know? [ Despite the disarming, if slightly bitter smile, Gabriel would know that's not exactly true. He knows what Andariel really is, after all. Maybe better than he does in some ways. ] I think we do. We don't really have a conflict of interest, after all.
You should call me sometime. While the cute little human-angels are out getting drinks, maybe we could do the same?
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But then, he also knows that Lestrade doesn't carry all of that around with him. He has a port in this storm, and as long as he has that, he comes back to work in the morning ready to face it all again. He's persistent. He's got faith. Hope. Better than Andy would expect from a human, honestly.
He still thinks this place will break him eventually. It's just a matter of when. That's a bit of personal cynicism creeping in on his part.
He's seen beautiful, pure things break before.]Yeah, yeah, he's shy, I know. These repressed human types usually are. It's just a shame, is all, I'm actually very good at working the kinks out of said repressed types. [ Whoops, he wasn't supposed to flirt. He doesn't intend to do anything with either of them, though, so no harm done, right? This grin is far from ashamed. ] Maybe you are too, though? Theoretically, obviously.
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Gabriel does what he can. He isn't the best, but he tries, and he'd like to think he Greg feels better once he's come home, had a coffee or a beer. Gabriel's always ready to listen to whatever frustrations Greg has about work, even if he's mostly all over Greg when he gets home. Hopefully that release of tensions helps too. Because Gabriel is not going to let the LHPD or Hell or the Reform Branch hurt Greg. It will not break them, it will not break Greg. Gabriel will pull it all down if he has to, stomp the whole city into the ground and salt it before it gets to that point.
It if ever gets there, Andy better have a good place to hide.]
Kiddo, I can assure you that as good as you think you are, you don't come close to matching me. [Gabriel hadn't believed for one moment that there wouldn't be any flirting. Andy can't control himself, clearly.]
Besides, he's not repressed. It's restrained. It's a different thing.
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Oh, is he being patronised? He is, isn't he? Clearly he thinks this is the most amusing thing to happen to him all day, as he has his chin propped up on the back of his hand on the desk now, and is watching Gabriel with an even more pleased grin. Now, he is controlling himself just fine, though, thank you. This is perfectly acceptable behaviour compared to how bad he can be. It's all relative. ]
Not even close? That's pretty arrogant, don't you think? [ He leans back in the chair, tapping his fingers together thoughtfully. ] Maybe you are better, but by that much? I guess it's hard to prove that without getting in trouble.
Also restrained. You know he's a bit repressed, too.
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If he was controlling himself, he wouldn't be flirting. Like he promised. Still, he isn't completely out of control yet, and that wide, cheeky grin is very just on him. What is it with men with such angular jaws?]
It's not arrogant if it's the truth. [Although Gabriel is fairly up himself about his own abilities.] If you feel you have something to prove, feel free. Get into all the trouble you like.
Well, I'll give you that. But he's human, it's part of the territory. You can't tell me you aren't bury anything deep down?
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I don't think you really want me to get into some kind of dick-measuring contest with you, Gabriel. If I start taking clothes off in here with you, Lestrade would not be entertained.
[ He knows that's not what Gabriel was thinking. But how else would he really know if Gabriel's better than him? He'll believe it when he sees it. Or perhaps hears from an impartial third-party. Hmm. ]
Sure, but not along the lines of sexual desires. I'm not ashamed of anything I like. I dunno why they are.
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Not too frank though. They don't need to start stripping off or closing distances. This is fine.
Let's face it. Dicks have very little to do with it. If you can't seduce someone with all your clothes on, then you don't deserve to get your clothes off. [He isn't in competition with you Andy. He isn't in competition with anyone, he has what he wants. He knows he's better. End of.
Andy can ask Greg if he needs confirmation. But he's hardly impartial.]
They were built differently to us. Dad gave them shame so they would know when they had done wrong. But it sort of got screwed up with all sorts of other things too. And I didn't mean you were repressing anything sexy. Just stuff.
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He sighs heavily and shakes his head at Gabriel. ]
You've been hanging around a certain serious, literal human too much. I was just teasing, and the metaphor amused me, so I ran with it. Can you really blame me?
[ Yeah, he's repressing a few things. If he wasn't... well, existence would be more overtly torturous. He much prefers the easy routine that he's fallen into here. ]
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At the mention of the serious and sexy Lestrade, Gabriel grins from ear to ear.] Well, I wouldn't say too much. Probably not enough, recently. That's why he's grumpy.
You're not all bad, you know that? Not that I'd say that in public, I know you've got a reputation to protect. But you're okay kid. Which is more than I can say for a lot of your colleagues.
[And with that, he slips off the edge of the desk and stretches, letting each of the vertebrae in his back pop and his shoulders crack.] I think we understand each other, don't we?
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Not for anyone else. Not while he still has a choice.]I'm not that worried about my big scary reputation. I'm more of a lover than a fighter, you know? [ Despite the disarming, if slightly bitter smile, Gabriel would know that's not exactly true. He knows what Andariel really is, after all. Maybe better than he does in some ways. ] I think we do. We don't really have a conflict of interest, after all.
You should call me sometime. While the cute little human-angels are out getting drinks, maybe we could do the same?