Gabriel can see it. But there's no use now, there's no point in trying to hide the fact.

"I want to help, Sam. I've always said if you need help you can come to me, about anything. You just thought I meant coffee or essays. But I meant more than that."

He looks at the young man across from him, and sighs. "I told you my name when we met. I didn't hide it." He didn't lie about that. He just didn't admit it.

"I'm sorry I didn't tell you sooner. But there wasn't exactly a good time. Here's your caramel macchiato with extra whip, by the way I'm an angel?"