Beth rushed in after him, finding him sat at the head of the dining table with a crystal tumbler and a bottle of something.
“Should you really be drinking?” Gabriel asked as he shut the doors behind them.
“I’m really not in the mood for your parenting right now,” Sam muttered, draining the tumbler quickly and refilling it.
Gabriel studied him quietly for a minute before taking the seat at his right hand side as Beth sat at his left. “How is she?” he asked carefully, quietly.
“Dead,” Sam snapped. “As always.”
“Sam, it’s not your fault, I—”
“Can we just not talk about this?” Sam asked and Beth instantly knew that it was a demand, not a request.
“Fine, whatever you want, Sam,” Gabriel replied.
The drink was quickly gone and just as soon replaced.
“How is it?” Gabriel asked, watching the other angel intently.
“Fine and dandy,” he murmured in response.
“Can I see?”
“Ria sorted it out perfectly, thank you very much.”
Gabriel made no more comments for a while. Beth noticed that Zeke was watching Sam with obvious concern. He came over and sat beside Gabriel, letting Caelan sit beside her.
“How is everyone?” Sam asked, looking up at them.
“Alright,” Zeke nodded.
“You got my note?” Sam enquired, looking him in the eyes.
“We can discuss it later if you want,” the angel offered.
“I’d appreciate that,” Zeke nodded again.
Sam sighed, finishing his third glass and undoing the clasp that held his cloak in place before hanging the heavy garment over the back of his chair.
Beth noticed a chain that Sam had around his neck that had a ring on it, hanging just above his heart. Beside the ring was a diamond that was about the size of her little fingernail and on the other side of that was a silver heart with a name engraved into it. An old iron key also hung from the necklace. She wondered briefly who they’d all belonged to and what the key unlocked.
“You’ve bled through the bandages again,” Gabriel noted, drawing Beth’s gaze to a darker patch on the grey t-shirt that shone with an almost glittery sheen.
“It’s fine,” Sam said, dismissing it easily.
“Doesn’t hurt at all?” Gabriel asked sarcastically.
“Nope,” Sam replied, popping the P.
“Of course not. Cassius gave me some stuff that he thought might help.”
“Cassius is naïve,” Sam countered immediately. “Warlocks know nothing of angelic anatomy. I know I’m going to die, Gabriel, and I accepted that fact long ago.” He stood up, picking up the cloak and hanging it over his arm, also picking up the tumbler and bottle. “I already told Ria that I didn’t want any painkillers and you, of all people, should already know that. Besides, it’s not as if I’ve never tried myself. I’ll be in my room should you need me.”
With that, Sam left, the heels of his shoes clicking against the marble floor.
Gabriel sat quietly for a moment before sighing and burying his face in his hands. No one really knew what to say so Beth stood and hurried out, hoping to catch up with Sam.