Miguel had come rushing up the tower, thinking Gabriel might be seriously ill, that his brother might be on the throes of death. He nearly smashed into an oncoming truck on the way here, all because he was madly worried. He knew Claire would not have called him up if it was not utterly urgent—she would avoid having to speak with him, he knew that now. He had expected to find medical personnel, paramedics when he pushes open the doors.
But this.
What stuns Miguel is seeing the complete opposite of what he fully expected. The romantic setup that only Gabriel could think of. He had seen her kiss him, but just a smack on the lips, and somehow it had given him the illusion that things were not yet final, that the ship had not completely sailed away. And somehow, living in denial, Miguel had been able to control his own despair, no matter how flimsy that control had been.
But he opened that door and he beheld the most heartbreaking sight.
