[His ego could have a table at this restaurant all to itself, but that wouldn't be any fun. Gabriel smiles wistfully and has a good mouthful of his own wine. Wine isn't his favorite, exactly, but white isn't too bad.
He wouldn't want to go back, not with the memories he has now, but he has a fondness for those times when it was just he and Amitiel, waiting to deliver a message or traveling to get there.]
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[His ego could have a table at this restaurant all to itself, but that wouldn't be any fun. Gabriel smiles wistfully and has a good mouthful of his own wine. Wine isn't his favorite, exactly, but white isn't too bad.
He wouldn't want to go back, not with the memories he has now, but he has a fondness for those times when it was just he and Amitiel, waiting to deliver a message or traveling to get there.]
Now I clean up my own messes.
[Well, you know. Sort of.]