I suppose not. [His voice goes soft and gentle as he nuzzles the damp back locks of Gabriel's hair, but he rises a moment later, stepping out of the tub cautiously and fetching towels. He pulls the plug to drain the tub when he returns, and reaches to take the archangel's arm.]
All right, I've got you. Step out and I'll dry you off.
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All right, I've got you. Step out and I'll dry you off.