Gabriel pulled his damp clothes out of his bag and a clean slightly damp t-shirt and laid them out beside Dawns reinstated fire to dry out. The air beneath the trees was sticky and warm after the rain and everyone relaxed for a little while. Deacon was quiet for a little while after his story but he soon began cracking jokes and smiling again.
Gabriel picked his clean t-shirt up and moved away from the group to change.
“Gabriel?” a voice said it wasn’t the voice that the vampyre expected Deacon was behind him.
“I just wanted to say sorry about earlier.”
“Why? I asked” Gabriel smiled.
“I know but it was years ago and I shouldn’t react like that now”
“Why not?” Gabriel said “I do” Gabriel shrugged his scarred shoulders.
“You do?” Gabriel smiled again.
“You know I do, I know Dawn talks to you about me”
“He doesn’t say bad things”
“I know” Gabriel smiled “in Dawns eyes for some reason I can’t do anything bad” Deacon smiled.
“Gabriel” he said “can I ask you something?”
“Sure” Deacon moved nearer to the vampyre.
“How did you get these?” he ran a finger over one of the scars on Gabriel's shoulder his eyes widened slightly as Gabriel flinched. “I'm sorry” he said quickly.
“No” Gabriel shook his head. “I am. How do you think?”
“Your mother” Deacon said instantly Gabriel pulled his clean t-shirt on and picked his old one up Gabriel nodded smiling sadly. “At least my family only tortured me for a week” Deacon said more to himself then Gabriel. “Sorry”
“Stop saying sorry” Gabriel growled. “We should move on we've been here for too long” Deacon nodded.
“Gabriel” Deacon paused and the vampyre looked at him. “Thank you for listening to me and not judging”
“I would be a bit of a hypocrite if I judged wouldn’t I?” Gabriel smiled. “we both have families from hell, just in your case its literal” Gabriel sniggered as Deacon laughed.
“Very true” Deacon said smiling.